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Pokémon Dubstep (ft. Lindsey Stirling)
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elcome Adventurer to EPOCH! A Pokemon Sandbox Rp set in the original region of Nue. Everything you need to know will be in the Guidebook and PokeDex 101!
EPOCH uses the Manga and is built on the Original ideas suggested by our members.
We are more than just a Pokemon RP, we're a friendly community with a goal on being a memorable experience for those that look in.
Golden Rule: Treat others as you wish to be treated. If you find yourself content with being an asshole EPOCH and its members will not tolerate you.
RULES
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EPOCH is PG-13. Proboards’ Terms of Service:
Sex; When you get under the clothes, fade to black.
Violence; Do not go into extreme nauseating detail.
Cursing; This is so fucking allowed, but don't go overboard.
Suggestive Content; In avatars, signatures and templates can attract the wrong kind of attention. So be careful.
Post by Andrea Thaddeus on Oct 7, 2014 3:17:53 GMT -5
some coincidences are deliberate
not really / 1st for October / 270
The Sandstorm-like weather was still not letting up; but there was something else about Andrea’s predicament that made it all the more worse: with the way the grit was blowing and howling, there was only one other thing left: she was lost. No thanks to the condition that the weather was wreaking cross the Badlands, it had messed up Andrea’s sense of direction so bad, she was not even sure if she was headed for the exit—or was headed deeper into the “belly of the beast” as it was. “Great, talk about déjà vu,” she groaned to herself, before squaring her shoulders once again and holding on tightly to her shovel as she battled the gale-force winds that were sending all manner of grime, dirt, grit in her direction. The sand was getting worse—thankfully her goggles were holding up…for now.
She didn’t realize that she’d walked deeper and deeper into the Badlands, the weather messing up her own sense of direction…and a few moments later her own point of view shifted and then suddenly she found herself face-planted on the ground. “Owwww…” she managed to groan over the howling—at least down on the ground, the wind wasn’t as strong… or was it? “How in the hell did I lose my balance…” she hissed, trying to pull herself up… before her eyes caught sight of something sticking out of the dirt. What was it? She then decided to crawl along the ground in order to reach the thing that she’d sighted; the better to see if she could get around without having to dig in this awful condition!
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found a RARE BONE ! A bone that is extremely valuable for Pokémon archeology. It can be sold for a high price to shops.
Post by Andrea Thaddeus on Oct 8, 2014 9:16:41 GMT -5
some coincidences are deliberate
oh hell no OTL / PASS! *more out of surprise* / 251
The shape looming in the distance was not round, and was not small—her hand that was flailing around had touched something hard, and she then dragged it towards her—and let out an almighty scream so loud, even the sandstorm seemed to stop for a few moments. Andrea had just grabbed… another skull! “Ah shit, crap, what the actual fuck, scheisse…!!!” she began to screech, spitting out all the curse words she knew and could easily recall at the moment. With her sudden burst of strength (powered thanks to adrenaline) she then chucked the skull off into the grit, where she heard it shatter upon landing on the ground.
“That was fucking scary,” she hissed once more before changing directions! She was still crawling along the Badlands “ground”, trying to flatten herself as much as possible in order to avoid the brunt of the crazy weather that was wrecking through the area at the moment. She then continued to pull herself forward, still grasping the shovel in her other hand while trying to balance her backpack precariously on her shoulders, while keeping to the ground as much as possible—the grit was flying up her nose and she was not liking it one bit. Get me out of here… just please, let the weather stop so I can get the hell out of here… she thought with another cringe as she continued to crawl forward; not realizing that something was now flying towards her face right at that very moment…!
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found a RELIC BAND ! A bracelet made in a civilization about 3,000 years ago. A maniac will buy it for a high price.
Post by Andrea Thaddeus on Oct 9, 2014 9:21:28 GMT -5
some coincidences are deliberate
not really / pass. Also, that hurt QQ / 281
The thing that was whizzing towards Andrea suddenly struck her across her forehead so hard, her line of vision erupted into stars and spots of light for a few moments before she realized that there was a dull, throbbing sort of pain emanating from somewhere above her left temple. “Ow… what the actual hell?!” she yelped, quickly massaging the hurting spot with her free hand; before she saw something hulking right in front of her—and it definitely wasn’t a marble; it was something made of rock that had threatened to knock her out in the middle of this sandstorm—and potentially kill her. “Geez, this place should come with a ‘Danger: No Travelling’ sign whenever storms this wild pick up,” she grumbled, quickly inching forward in order to see what manner of object had struck her forehead.
It was…another thing that was made of rock; but at least it wasn’t a skull, unlike the one she’d chucked earlier! “Oww… that seriously hurts…” she groaned as she continued to inch forward, leaving the weird rock “bracelet” behind in the howling grit. Now that she was moving forward again, she continued to push, shove and crawl with her right hand—as her left was holding the spot that was now thrumming a thousand years of pain. If that thing flew any lower, it would’ve shattered my goggles… lucky it didn’t! She thought, a cold sweat forming behind her as she continued to struggle forward, the crazy weather not relenting one bit. What manner of object would come flying next in her direction—or would she come across as she continued her somewhat slow, if effective way of traversing through the Sandstorm-battered Badlands…?
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found a RELIC BAND ! A bracelet made in a civilization about 3,000 years ago. A maniac will buy it for a high price.
Post by Andrea Thaddeus on Oct 10, 2014 5:12:44 GMT -5
some coincidences are deliberate
oh scheisse / pass / 341
Was there something weird going on; because Andrea couldn’t even bear to pull herself up from the Badlands at the moment—the wind was still howling loudly above her at the moment. Was she going around in circles now? Who knew? All she knew was that she had to get out of the area as fast as she could, because even the sand was starting to jam itself up her underwear and making it itch so bad! “Ugh, that’s gross…” she cringed to herself, feeling all… gritty in normal places where the sunlight should not reach! Shaking her head as she continued to inch forward, she didn’t realize that she’d actually crawled in a circle—and felt her left hand smack hard across something that had caused her to hiss in pain. Squinting through the grit, she then saw that… “Oh… OH HELL NO!!!” she screamed, internally chastising herself—she’d gone around in a perfect circle; because lo and behold, there was the exact same thing that had struck her across the forehead sometime earlier!
“Crap, this weather is really not good for my complexion… and my sanity…” she mused to herself, shaking her head as she then turned around (with much difficulty) and then began crawling in the opposite direction from the weird rocky bracelet that had smacked her upside the head earlier and was now bringing on the beginning of an awful, horrible migraine. Come on. Why did I crawl around in a perfect circle? What the hell was I thinking? She thought to herself as she continued to pull forward through the ground that was now even starting to enter her nostrils—she was now inhaling grains of sand; and that was not good at all. I really need to scrub myself down once I get out of the Badlands… and I hope that I find something worth this trouble… she thought to herself as she continued to inch forward, trying to stop herself from crying, because the sand was now really getting to her at this point.
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found a RELIC CROWN ! A crown made in a civilization about 3,000 years ago. A maniac will buy it for a high price.
Post by Andrea Thaddeus on Oct 13, 2014 4:02:48 GMT -5
some coincidences are deliberate
nope / like I got any other choice / 255
After stumbling around long enough in order to be able to notice that the howling wind was now finally dying down, Andrea came across something upturned in the nearest dune. Glad that the weather was now thinning out—a sign that the utter hell was now completely over, she then approached it… only to have her smack her hand to her face, pressing the goggles deeper than they normally would have. “Yech. All that trouble just for this … well, this weird rock thing?” she said with a sigh, very relieved that the weird weather was now blowing away—however in its wake it unearthed a lot of the same thing that she’d been looking at. “Blergh, this just blows badly,” she added, scooping up the weird crown-like thing in her hands, before retrieving the shovel from the ground.
Sighing, as she knew that this was just the beginning of weird things, she then bent over, grabbed the shovel, and then saw that she was somewhere… in the middle of nowhere—if it could be called that. “Alright, I hope this thing can be traded in for something useful…” she hissed to herself, finally perching her goggles atop her hair, and shaking as much sand as she could out of her clothes while she was walking forward; headed towards the entry way where she’d come in so that she could drop off the weird thing and just get it over with. She’d be back another day—but for now, she had other fish to fry.
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RARE BONE !
RELIC BAND !
RELIC CROWN !
