---I guess they ARE ghost types, but I had no idea they actually hang out around graveyards. Then again, I try to keep a wide berth from the fuckers, so I don't really know much about them at all. Last time someone brought one into the makerspace we ended up with a totaled laser cutter and three different electrical fires.
Wait do they STILL come in spray bottles in the Year of our Lord 2025?? I've been manufacturing my own for years and that shit works SO MUCH BETTER applied with an ointment brush.
Like, how do you stop yourself from breathing it in if you need to heal your Mon on a windy day or something.
Wait do they STILL come in spray bottles in the Year of our Lord 2025?? I've been manufacturing my own for years and that shit works SO MUCH BETTER applied with an ointment brush.
Like, how do you stop yourself from breathing it in if you need to heal your Mon on a windy day or something.
So, Lake Valor... Sure was a lot of water? I'm not really sure what I expected to find, but, uh. Spoiler alerts, what I found was water.
So, search for my Special Pokemon continues, and I'll... probably have to actually talk to people to find him. Ugh. I'm starting off my search in Oreburgh. There's a museum there that probably has some leads for what I'm looking for, and... Dunno, just got a feeling that as a city that's all about burrowing deep into the earth and laying bare its most hidden resources, they may just have stumbled across a thing or two I'm looking for.
Currently staying at a sick hotel right above the mining site. You can hear the sounds of motors and conveyor belts gently purring deep into the night from my room. It reminds me a lot of home.
Put your MP3 plsyer on speaker and play the first ASMR White Noise To Fall Asleep to [10 hour] video you find on full volume. It'll piss them the fuck off but it also fucks with their echolocation, and makes them even more blind than they already are.
Sinnoh's fucking cold, huh? I didn't think the temperature would be quite this different, but... Damn, I'm shivering.
So, I'm sure most of the people reading this blog have already heard my plans up here in person, but just to recap: Goal of this trip is a field stress testing for a new product aimed at trainers. There is a very specific regional pokemon that I'm looking to pit up against my new toy, but he won't be the easiest to find.
I'll be documenting my travels throughout Sinnoh up here partially because it's Interesting Content and clickbait, partially for historical memorandum (because this product is going to change the world if it works), and partially because it's always good practice to document your process when you're trying to demonstrate the reliability of a new piece of tech~ This won't strictly be a Pokemon League run like the last field test I did... damn, almost ten years ago now? But I am expecting to be making a lot of visits to the local League Gyms for other reasons, so... Fuck it, might decide to get my badges while I'm at it.
Currently my team consists of my Cubone, Annabella, and my Shedinja. Equipment on hand is:
The 2.0 model of my old NFC-enabled pokeball and portable PC system (now with much better failsafe procedures in case of transmission error!)
A holocaster with the PkDX open-source pokedex app (shout outs to Jimmy at Self-Instructive!)
A custom recon quadcopter with a pair of hand-built FPV goggles
A laser sintered, stainless steel 3D printed club for Annabella~
Checking into my hotel tonight, and I think tomorrow morning I'm going to head out to Lake Valor to start my search.
A lot's changed in the world since. Makerspaces were a lot more common in the world - and a lot more toothless. A lot less disruptive. A lot of the places she's helped her friends build since -the spaces full of creative minds that wanted to change the world with her own two hands, the spaces she considered comrades - have become nothing more than products. Workshop spaces for rent at a monthly membership rate, where people went to have a small amount of chit-chat with their fellow "Creatives" and then put their head down while they sawed at their next woodworking project. That wasn't a bad thing to have in the universe, but... it lacked sauce immensely. They were still cool alternatives to working in your backyard shed, but they lacked the drive to provide an alternative to oppressive systems. What happened to the anti-student lectures? What happened to the hit lists of corporate and political IP addresses taped to the walls? What happened to the good stuff?
It wasn't quite as bad, but it reminded her of watching many of her brethren in the tech industry fall from grace, becoming the system they once rebelled against. Friends she worked side-by-side with on cracking AACS encryption becoming crypto bros and AI shills. People she used to have late-night chats with on a TOR-protected IRC going on to build social media algorithms that pushed rage bait and fascist agendas to your feed. It felt like watching another part of the Wild West of the internet mutate into Western Exceptionalism.
Self-Instructive Tendencies wasn't the only true hackerspace left, but it was definitely one of the last few. Her and her people didn't just work on projects, they worked on change. Last year she helped one of her cohorts gain access to a copy of Unova's No Fly List. She had a team of people who went out of their way to coordinate with local protestors in Hoenn, watching unsecured traffic cams to track police movement and feed activists information that would help prevent kettling. She was proud of all of them, and she was elated to have a small little workshop of people who understood the way she did.
Her personal projects have always been about corporate disruption, though, and she had recently hit the motherload. After months of poking and prodding, she managed to yank open a backdoor into Silph Co.'s servers, and find schematics for the Master Ball. She spent another month learning how pokeballs worked, researching what gives different types of pokeballs different strengths and resistances to different situations, and how the original Apricot Balls were built. Armed with that knowledge, she started dissecting the stolen schematics she had, and realized that it was actually really simple - The Master Ball had 100% resistance to pokemon struggling against capture because it worked on principles similar to a Focus Sash or a Shedinja's Wonder Guard. And, funny that, she just happened to have a Shedinja who could help her build this within arms reach.
And with that knowledge, that meant she could replicate it. That she could modify it for DIY. Soon people would be making these pokeballs in their garages with crap they bought from their local electronics stores, and knowledge and power that should have always belonged to the people would no longer live behind a paywall.
Her heart was racing. Most people haven't even seen a Master Ball in their lives, and the moment she hit upload on these schematics, Joe Schmoes from Suburban Littleroot were going to be pumping them out by the dozen. This was going to change the world. This is what it must have felt like, right? When Prometheus stole fire from the gods, and gifted it to mankind?
---"Prometheus" wasn't a bad project name, actually. Had a punch, had some zing. Something that would turn heads, make people click links, get them through the door long enough to see that she was offering something real and not just snake oil.
And while she was on that train of thought... She had to be able to prove it was real, right? That her shitty-ass Master Ball, made out of cheap 3D printed plastic and scrap components, was just as good as the real thing. Maybe she could film herself capturing a pokemon with it. Not just like, a diglett or something. Something grand. Something you could only catch with a Master Ball.
...Stealing fire from the gods, huh?
Kitty hit ctrl+s in her circuit board designer, and spun around in her swivel chair to address her baby Cubone.
"Hey Annabella, do you want to take a vacation to Sinnoh and go catch God?"
Kitty had... Seen things, on her trip to Alola. She saw a machine that she realized had the power to revive the dead. And she saw that it was not meant for her. She saw a woman who refused to let her Pokemon leave her side, and the mania that consumed her.
She saw, in a way, why her shadow always felt so heavy.
She didn’t say much once she had come back home. She just laid her gun down on her desk, and took a pair of pokeballs out back, to a small tree in the community garden.
<Finally allowing them to join the dead at last?> Came a voice from within her own mind.
She shook her head. “No. I’m not giving up on them. Never. They’re just... They’ve earned a rest.
I’m conceding I don’t have the technology to bring them back at this time. Nobody does. They don’t need to be probed and prodded unnecessarily like I’ve been doing to them. They need sleep.”
The girl took out a box - A time capsule - and placed the two balls inside, before sealing it up and putting it underground. She thought for a minute as to how she might mark the grave, but... She thought better of it. She wouldn’t forget.
There was a hollowness in her chest and a lump in her throat. But she would not cry. This wasn’t goodbye.
“Well. I did it. Sins have been cleansed and all of that, and I’ve come to learn that the reaper takes what it will.” She flourished, raising her arms up in the air in hallelujah. “I am once again a pure spirit, right, Shedinja?”
<Hmm. You are... laughably naive. The darkness in you is not in the things you do, Kitty, but the way you think. You are arrogant, egotistical, and megalomanic. And you know this well. One good deed does not a good person make.
Still. I will hand it to you. Your shadow is that much lighter. You have changed. Grown. A bit.
But be honest with yourself: You don’t even want to become a good person, do you? It’s more fun living by your own rules. This world doesn’t exist for you to contribute to, but as raw components for you to create something better out of. You take before you give, but give you always do... In your own way.
I’ve lived in your shadow for a long time, child. You’re a terrible human being, and you always will be. But, by some irony of fate, you’ll do great things for this world anyway. For better or for worse, you will be remembered when you die, just as you always wanted.>
“Pssh. Thank you, Sigmund Freud. Like, the fuck do you know anyway? You’re just a pokemon.
I’m Kitty motherfucking Hart, after all. And I cannot be killed by anything.”
Full description is here: http://imgur.com/a/c4WNF Wedge is a US size 8 and requires 20mm strap. Printed in PLA at 0.3mm, 20% infill it has no trouble supporting my weight. Next version I'll probably add padding but this is not bad.
All four of these blogs are no longer associated with the Pokemon Adventure Challenge, although old PAC folk are still more than welcome to come play!
Whenever I get the chance, I’ll be posting some welcome-back Open RPs for each of these blogs, but if you want to beat me to the punch, feel free to send me a message! In addition to RP here on tumblr, I am also open to play on Skype and RPNow!
Anyway, all I wanted to throw out there for now~ Can’t wait to play with you guys again!))
I’ve done a lot of thinking about it and I think I’m gonna attend that onsen get-together! It might be a little bit scary if there are too many people and I’ve never shared a room like that before but I’m going to brave it!
If you end up in a room with a bunch of losers that are giving you trouble, come hit me up. I've been working on trying to make a microwave gun. No lasting damage, but a very strong deterrent.
Flying a Pokemon is a method of transportation, just like any other. Taking a plane long-distance, though... THOSE things are marvels of engineering. I'd really love to build my own aircraft someday, honestly.
alexorasadventure replied to your post “Thank you again for helping me a while back! Is there anything I could...”
Okay! Um, how much do you think would be good? I haven't been doing much battling lately but I could do a bit if I need to...
Omg I was being facetious I don't actually need your money. Charging for consultation is against the Maker way, and I'm more loaded than you'll ever be anyway.
While I cannot in good faith accept currency, I will accept gifts, though. Especially gifts of caffeine. Arceus knows I can't get enough of that.