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From the diary of Stephen P. Lovecraft
Introduction
My name is Stephen Lovecraft, Pokemon paranormal investigator. I never planned to go down this road, but something set me down it regardless. I suppose a brief overview of my life is in order.
I was an orphan growing up in Lavender Town, my parent's vanished when I was the age of five. To this day, the cause remains unknown. All I know is that they left for Johto and never returned. I hold no accusation in my heart that they abandoned me however, they loved me deeply. Still, growing up without a loving family puts a dark void in a child's heart, one easily exploited.
Lavender Town's horrifying, macabre tales and rumors are all true. Ghosts run rampant throughout the town wreaking havoc one night and not making a peep the next. Unpredictable creatures ghosts are, but I could routinely count on a visit from Ghost-type Pokemon nightly. It was simply not enough that I had to struggle through my childhood to simply get food to eat and a place to live, but I had to suffer night after night of nightmares brought on by the presence of the ghosts. They feed on negativity and I was a full-course meal ripe for the dining.
Yet, as the nights went on I slowly grew in my power to resist them and eventually, they backed off. One ghost, a Ghastly, remained around my house and would keep coming by every night. I didn't know why it did this, but I confronted it one night. To my surprise, it spoke:
"So you are able to keep us from your dreams and mask your fear?" the Ghastly said telepathically and then with it's trademark grin, "I respect that."
From that night forward, Ghastly became my first Pokemon friend. I nicknamed him Virgil, after the name of some obscure poet from an old tome I read at the library, and much like the poet, he guided me through the supernatural realm in which he resided. I spent many of my days inside Pokemon Tower, mourning with the Trainers of recently deceased Pokemon and, to my surprise, seeing the spirits of those Pokemon pass on to the spirit world. It was then that I knew I had something special.
At the age of ten, I set out away from Lavender Town with Virgil as my shadow, figuratively speaking of course. It has been 8 years since I left Lavender Town and since that time, I have experience many a strange phenomena or two.
These are those tales.
Introduction
My name is Stephen Lovecraft, Pokemon paranormal investigator. I never planned to go down this road, but something set me down it regardless. I suppose a brief overview of my life is in order.
I was an orphan growing up in Lavender Town, my parent's vanished when I was the age of five. To this day, the cause remains unknown. All I know is that they left for Johto and never returned. I hold no accusation in my heart that they abandoned me however, they loved me deeply. Still, growing up without a loving family puts a dark void in a child's heart, one easily exploited.
Lavender Town's horrifying, macabre tales and rumors are all true. Ghosts run rampant throughout the town wreaking havoc one night and not making a peep the next. Unpredictable creatures ghosts are, but I could routinely count on a visit from Ghost-type Pokemon nightly. It was simply not enough that I had to struggle through my childhood to simply get food to eat and a place to live, but I had to suffer night after night of nightmares brought on by the presence of the ghosts. They feed on negativity and I was a full-course meal ripe for the dining.
Yet, as the nights went on I slowly grew in my power to resist them and eventually, they backed off. One ghost, a Ghastly, remained around my house and would keep coming by every night. I didn't know why it did this, but I confronted it one night. To my surprise, it spoke:
"So you are able to keep us from your dreams and mask your fear?" the Ghastly said telepathically and then with it's trademark grin, "I respect that."
From that night forward, Ghastly became my first Pokemon friend. I nicknamed him Virgil, after the name of some obscure poet from an old tome I read at the library, and much like the poet, he guided me through the supernatural realm in which he resided. I spent many of my days inside Pokemon Tower, mourning with the Trainers of recently deceased Pokemon and, to my surprise, seeing the spirits of those Pokemon pass on to the spirit world. It was then that I knew I had something special.
At the age of ten, I set out away from Lavender Town with Virgil as my shadow, figuratively speaking of course. It has been 8 years since I left Lavender Town and since that time, I have experience many a strange phenomena or two.
These are those tales.
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