The Pokemon Mystery Dungeon meme!

[exeggutorhead]

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Meme

Suprise! Your character has mysteriously become a Pokemon and been transported to a whole new world! A world where there isn't a single human to be seen. So what to do now? If you don't want to sleep in the woods, maybe you ought to sign up at the Wigglytuff Rescue Guild and become an explorer. Find a partner and go on missions, find treasure, get lost in dungeons, or rescue the Pokemon who already got lost in the dungeons. Hang out in the guild and raid the kitchens or dodge work. Or hey, ditch the exploring gig completely and go do something else. YOU'VE GOT THE POWER.

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[quickattackjack]

_{[A loooong neck appears around the doorway of the common room. The fire pokemon arches a brow at that commotion over by the assignment board. Oh, this again...]}

Miss Mason...

[foolishwren]

_{[She twists in place to look at him over her shoulder-- fortunately she has a long neck.]}

What?!

I'm just SAYING!

[quickattackjack]

With that attitude, that is where you will stay.

_{[The Houndoom reaches up a slender paw to adjust his glasses.]}

[foolishwren]

God, Jack, you're such an old fogey.

_{[... Well, yeah. Considering he's, you know, DEAD.]}

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[...oh no you di-in't.]

[The old Houndoom stalks around that corner and marches right up to Heather with every intention of grabbing her up by the scruff like a whiny puppy.]</sub>

I'll escort you there myself!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[FERRET SCREAM]

[She scuttles away on her hilariously short legs.]</sub>

[quickattackjack]

_{[The dog gives chase, snapping for the nape of her neck.]}

This is no way for an evolved pokemon to behave!

[foolishwren]

_{[Well, as fast as weasel-things can be, her short legs aren't much of a match for his lanky ones. He successfully snatches her up, although it's a good thing he's a Fire type because flames pretty much immediately blossom around his snout as the spots between her ears ignite.]}

PUT ME DOWN!

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[Jack winces and trots along with the angry little fire weasel in his teeth. He trots all the way out of the lobby and all the way down the long tunnel to the identification pit.]

[HE'S DOIN IT, HEATHER.]</sub>