A normal day for Cheeseburger

The pidgeys chirps note the start of the day for grand hero……who heroically rolls back over to sleep for another hour or two. Eventually his hunger outgrows his tiredness and he gets up to grab a snack. After devouring 3 apples in 12 seconds the pokeman, the myth, the legend, CHEESEBURGER…. Checks the mail.

“Hmmm nothing today… my favorite!” Last week had been rescue mission after rescue mission so a break was a nice reward. Some explorers would use this time to sharpen their skills or hone their raw abilities, but the adventurous Cheeseburger prefers to stay up all night trying to decipher the ancient disks that litter half of his house. Just recently he has found out that scratching the a disk very carefully in a circle plays a hidden message. Though whatever language they are speaking is foreign and strange. The sound itself it very crude sounding and quiet.

“Two hops this time, two hops this time
Right foot. Two stomps
Left foot. Two stomps
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees”

Whatever any of that means. Maybe it is instructions on how to build a secret weapon, or better yet a cookbook.

The next task for today for our gallant explorer is exploring the shops for more food. But before he can set out on such a mighty quest a Pelipper flies slowly overhead.

“....nonononono”

Circles the house

“waitwaitwait”

Lands on the mailbox

“WAITWAITWAIT”

And pecks.

“Damnit I know that is going to be job”

The Pelipper flies off leaving Cheeseburger to stare at the mailbox. He slowly walks towards his, dreading each step. Opening it he finds a letter from the guildmaster with…. A mission. Some kid got lost in the Skate Park and needs a rescue. This looks like a job for…..someone else…. The skate park wasn’t really dangerous, and Cheeseburger is a pretty busy pokeman. But the nagging feeling in the back of his mind made him start making his way to the path to the skate park.

A few hours later our fearless paragon of virtue returns victorious….and very bloated. Finding and returning the kid was the easy part. Getting away from the overgrateful mother was another, Cheeseburger never thought he could be so full. She had made a feast for him and insisted he eat every bite, she was starting to make desert when he got his chance to bolt. At least the kid was safe, now back to the tasks of real importance… THE DISKS!