However just because I catch a Pokemon doesn't mean they are right for this team. This is not your little sister's Pokemon with fucking Vanillite, no this Pokemon Silver on Nuzlocke; that's the Pokemon equivalent of trying to fight Godzilla on steroids with the emotional pain of watching him rape your wife. What this equates to is that this is a team of motherfucking CHAMPIONS, which does not include a fucking Bellsprout.
So thanks to Kyle, Larry was traded for Rocky, the most badass Onix in all the land (Kyle couldn't handle the swag). From there we toured the City, after stopping by the clearly underfunded inner city school, we stormed Bell Tower. After crushing every Bellsprout worshiping monk in the tower, catching a pretty chill Rattata named Dave and some serious level grinding, we prepared for our first real challenge. "The Elegant Master of Flying Pokemon" Falkner

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