text: As you approach the Pokemon Center the hairs on the back of your neck rise. You're not sure whether it's the severed arm lying on the WELCOME mat, the bloodied hand prints pressed against the glass doors or the fact that two Jigglypuff are eating the spilt brains of a third just outside the entrance but your sixth sense tells you something may be wrong here. As you step into the building a terrible laugh fills the air and a nurse holding a bloodied meat cleaver with blood splattered all over her uniform staggers towards you giggling manically.
  
  "That will be the last time anyone asks me to heal their sick Pokemon for free," she shrieks at you before running through the town screaming and waving the meat cleaver over her head. Deducing it might be better to come back another day you decide to go somewhere else.
  
  > The Pokemon Market
  As you walk into the Pokemon Market the man behind the counter calls out to you.
  
  "Hey you are from Pallet Town right? I have a package for Professor Oak, can you deliver it? He ordered a package from us but never came by to collect it, so we need someone to deliver it and you are someone! If you take this package and deliver it to Professor Oak we will be very grateful. It's for Professor Oak, don't forget, who this package is for. He didn't order anything else, no Poke Balls, Antidotes - not a one and none of that other stuff that isn't really useful until much later in the story, just this package right? For Professor Oak yes? So can you take this package to Professor Oak?"
  
  What do you do?
  
  > Agree to take the package to Professor Oak
  Accepting this glorious undertaking from this purveyor of mercantile paraphernalia you show a great deal of bravado in taking your passage back through the lengthy grasses back to Pallet Town. Visiting the avant-garde of Pokemon studies with considerable equanimity you hand the package over. Professor Oak opens it and looks inside with considerable ennui.
  
  "Thank the deities, it is the esoteric Pokedex I requested post-haste! This is an online encyclopedia, a veritable compendium of cybernetic information on Pokemon that I require you to write in that fastidious idiosyncratic way I know you can. Every time you encounter a member of the Pokemon Species I want you to record with elan all it's primitive characteristics, this way we can enlighten a stupendous world about Pokemon!"
  
  Essentially ascertaining Professor Oak's desires you take the Pokedex and bid him an affectionate bon voyage. As this is your last visitation to this clandestine hamlet you might want to bid an affectionate salut to your mother or friend Daisy.
  
  > say goodbye to your Mother
  Your heart is swirling with mixed emotions as you go back to your house to say goodbye to your Mother for the last time in god knows how long. There is a strange lump in your throat as you open the door and step inside. Time seems to stand still as you see your mother sitting at the table staring at the far wall, which is her preferred hobby. How you will miss those soft arms that hugged you when you were sad and that gentle voice that always seemed to know how to say just the right things...
  
  Five minutes later your farewells are all done and you head off.
  
  > say goodbye to your friend Daisy
  You go by Gary's House to find his sister Daisy is still there. A feeling of naweariness comes over you, though she is your friend she is so boring, sitting there all prim and proper at the kitchen table, tightening her chastity belt and sewing The Ten Commandments into a tapestry depicting popular scenes of fidelity from the Bible.
  
  "Hi Daisy, I just came by to say I am leaving," you say, wanting to stay as briefly as possible.
  
  Daisy nods and pauses in her needlework long enough to throw a paper airplane at your head.
  
  "That's a Town Map," she tells you. "You can use it to tell which Town you're currently in though if you don't know which town you're currently in you probably have bigger problems that a map just can't solve."
  
  Smiling weakly at Daisy's boring joke you take the map and leave.
  
  > head north to Viridian City
  Turning your back on Pallet Town for the last time you walk north through the long grass. You don't encounter any Pokemon on the way and soon reach Viridian City. Taking a deep breath you don't pause but head straight on towards the road heading north. As you do you encounter a group of three men.
  
  "Oh my god, you're not going into Viridian Forrest are you," one asks.
  
  "I think he is Will but it's not safe in there," a second says.
  
  "Bill's right, it's not safe in there," agrees Will.
  
  "What do you think Phil?" Bill asks the third man.
  
  Phil thinks for a moment.
  
  "It's not safe in Viridian Forrest," he declares and the others quickly voice their agreement.
  
  Undaunted by the warnings of these three wise men you press on bravely.
  
  > Into Viridian Forrest
  Walking north from Viridian City you soon come to Viridian Forrest. Soaring trees rise above you and the path meanders through the broad trunks, quickly vanishing from sight and as you set foot on it excitement rises in your heart along with a feeling that, finally, your adventure is about to begin...
  
  Well in the words of Loony Tunes THAT'S ALL FOLKS! This was epic so be sure to read Part 1 - Chapter I - Section B - The End of the Beginning, which to be honest I'll probably never write; in fact you might think that just because I couldn't make this into a complete story longer than 30 pages I might not be a very committed writer - but I know I am because I've shown this to all of my grandparents and aunts and they all agree I'm very talented so if you don't think so you are just a hater and probably spend your evenings selling explosives to toddlers.
  
  Please don't leave any nasty comments as this is my first ever Pokemon story and that obviously absolves it from all criticism your mean-spirited and abuse-sprouting minds are doubtless already producing under the claims it is "constructive criticism"intended to"help my illiterate and borderline moronic writing".
  
  So just to recap, no hating and only nice comments please, any comparisons between me and JK Rowling will be especially appreciated because as my mother pointed out there are a lot of similarities between my writing style and hers (we both use words and sentences for instance).