QUOTE (omega X @ Sep 16 2007, 07:03 PM) |
B. With Dawn tied up in the building. u c wr i r go wit dis? |
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Sep 17 '07
A! A! A!
Only logical explanation. Internet rulz.
It's a tie between A and B, so I'll do them both.
"Well," you conclude, "Wikipedia is the source of all knowledge, maybe I'll look this chip up on the intarwebz- I mean internet." You try to push the noob's broken English to the back of your mind.
As you pedal your bike to the nearest Pokemon Center, you hear a thumping noise behind you. Bidoof the Buck-toothed is bouncing awkwardly behind the bike, knocking over trashcans and leaving a mangled trail of unidentifiable fluids in its wake. Its coat didn't dry out yet, you vaguely think to yourself as you pull up to the Center.
You walk in and march straight to the personal computer. Why is it called a Personal Computer if its smack dab in the middle of a public government-funded facility? Oh well.
You double-click the Mozilla FireVulpix icon in the top corner of the screen. Google pops up.
"Let's see..." You extract the chip from your pocket. "SMOGO2N654#." You type the characters in the search bar. 19 million results pop up.
"Looking for SMOGO2N654#? You can find it on eBay!"
Not that one. You scroll down the page.
"Britney Spears and SMOGO2N654# hot vid must see"
What? This isn't working. You try Wikipedia.
"Welcome to Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia anyone can edit."
You type the chip's serial code into the search bar.
"Closest matches for SMOGO2N654#:
Barry Bonds. Relevance: 0.00004%"
No other search results were found. It's probably because you type like a delusional Primeape."
Someone has been having fun editing Wikipedia. The internet apparently isn't going to help you. Maybe that spiky building will give you a clue...
You pull up to the pointy building. The satellite dishes in front give it a mysterious air...
You walk into the porcupine-ish building. Fancy automatic doors swing open to reveal a high-ceilinged, brown-marble clad lobby. The welcome lady at the front desk greets you coolly.
"Welcome to Smogon University, please state your business."
(character limit, continued ↓)
"Oh, um, yeah, I'll tell you in a sec."
You are taken aback. Smogon university, for some reason, sounds very familiar. Where have you heard that before?
As you contemplate the mysterious "Smogon", you twirl the chip around absent-mindedly in your hand.
"Smogon... Smogon... dang, why does that sound so familiar?"
You look down at the chip. SMOGO2N654#.
SMOGO2N654#.
A sudden rush of understanding engulfs you. Dawn's kidnappers were looking for this technology. On this technology, the serial number SMOGO2N654# is listed. Therefore, Dawn's kidnappers ARE SMOGON CRIME SYNDICATES! As you dumbfoundedly mull these things over, the welcome lady of the crime ring repeats herself, somewhat more forcefully this time.
"Welcome to Smogon University, state your business."
What do you do?
[A] "You are a crime ring, I HAVE DISCOVERED YOUR SECRETS, SMOGON!"
[B] Read some of the noob's journal; that's where you found the chip, perhaps it will have some written clues...
[C] Leave the building and return after you have gotten more evidence.
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Sep 17 '07
B! Milord B!
Smogon!?! in this CYOA!
This is mind boggling, and epic!
QUOTE (Truthiness @ Sep 17 2007, 09:45 PM) |
B! Milord B!
Smogon!?! in this CYOA!
This is mind boggling, and epic! |

Thanks.
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