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Pokemon Red Nuzlocke: ''Erlkönig'', Pt. 1
Narration will be in plain text. Notes will be in italics.
...It's the old man again.
It seems he comes and talks to me every day. I don't know why.
...Has he said this before? I don't remember.
...I know my own name. I swear I've told him this before, too. Why would he ask me again?
Note: "Munnin" is the Old Norse word for "memory", and is best-known as the name for one of Odin's ravens.
<insincerity> This won't be Ironic Theme Naming or anything. No sirree. </insincerity>
He smiles at me with insincere enthusiasm.
I'm reminded of people congratulating lab animals for performing simple -
Grk...
Hastily, he distracts me.
...Yes, I remember him.
I think.
...He's never friendly.
The old man tests whether I can remember this boy's name...
...I don't catch all of what he says as he heads down the stairs. He's just a retreating silhouette...
...I'm left in front of the TV, staring blankly at the dead screen.
I'm in my room. It's supposed to be my room, anyway.
...Supposedly, I've been here all my life, yet the surroundings are unfamiliar.
Outside, there's a bustling little town. It is generic as all surroundings are.
None of the landmarks mean anything to me, none of the buildings are familiar without my reading the signs posted outside them. It's my hometown, everyone tells me. Of course everyone knows all there is to know about their hometown.
...Meaningless.
...I'm supposed to take... 'anxiety' medications, were they called?
I can't understand why. I never feel anxious.
I never feel anything.
This woman, they tell me, is my mother. ...Shouldn't that mean something to me?
I leave without so much as acknowledging her.
...Was I supposed to go somewhere today?
I don't know. I... don't think I've ever been this way before, however.
At least it will be something new.
The old man's voice rings out...
He runs up to me, so panting and white-faced that at first he's speechless.
...I stare at him blankly, uncomprehending. What do I have to fear from wild Pokemon?
My own Pokemon?
But...
I don't...
My throat constricting, I let him do as he wants...
The next I know, I'm standing in front of him at his lab.
The boy next to me clears his throat irritably.
"What took you so long?" the boy protests. "You were about to show me something, and then somebody called from outside and you just bolted off like a Rattata with its tail on fire!"
"Muninn wandered into the tall grass," the old man says, wandering over and tapping the strange devices on the far table. "I had to -"
"That spaz screwed up again?" the boy demands. "Why does everyone here act like his nanny? If I acted like that, I'd -"
"Huginn! Hush!" the old man snaps, whirling around and pointing a finger at him. "I don't know how many times I'll have to tell you, you are to treat Muninn with kindness and respect! I know how hard it's been for you ever since your parents died, but you aren't the only one who's suffered!"
"Oh, I'm supposed to be the grown-up one! Unlike Weirdo here-"
I watch on in silence.
At last, the old man finishes arguing with the boy and turns back to me, forcing a smile.
I look around blankly, and he bursts into involuntary laughter.
Guilt crossing his face, he fakes the friendly smile again, and moves on:
The boy's face turns red, and he bursts out indignantly:
The game will return after these messages...
...There we go.
...I stand in front of the table, holding the Ball in my hand.
This one... speaks to me.
I nod.
Behindthename.com says...
From the Old Norse Víðarr, which is possibly derived from víðr "forest" and arr "warrior".
Not plotwise-significant, but still an appropriate name, eh?
...I leave, indifferent to his actions, but he calls after me, "Hey, Muninn!"
No, you just didn't have a spare Potion. >_>
Frustrated, he stomps out.
I leave as well.
On my way through the tall grass, I bump into a man who claims to be from a local store.
I take his gift blankly and move on.
...Next is a place that a sign claims is Viridian City.
...
...
...I've been he-
I ducked inside the store the man told me about for shelter. The owner told me that I was to take a package to the old man.
I don't care. I just... I don't... Don't want to be here...
He smiles encouragingly, but I volunteer nothing more.
...
I hold out the parcel.
Suddenly, the boy's voice rings out...
There is a discussion. Something about recording data on Pokemon.
...I don't care for labs, I've never liked them, enough of experiments -
I turn to beat a hasty retreat, but the boy starts up with his blathering again.
"This is a collaborative project -" the old man begins, but the boy ignores him.
"I'll tell her not-"
He stomps off, hostile as always...
I pass by the house that is apparently his on my way out of Pallet.
She smiles at me with her utmost sweetness, but it falters when I give her none in return.
"Good - good luck," she mumbles. I say nothing.
...This woman is always telling me that I need more rest and relaxation.
I don't know why.
Ducking into the Mart again, I buy PokeBalls so that I can defend myself. I... don't feel Vidar will be enough.
I don't... I've seen before...
Make it go away just make it go
Vidar follows my commands; it has been loyally knocking out any Pokemon we see, and has grown stronger than its initial state. Still... now I feel the need to catch another.
But not a Rattata.
...not any I've seen before...
A Pidgey suffices.
...I'll catch no more from this area. One at a time is enough.
"According to Fjölsvinnsmál, Víðópnir or Víðófnir (Old Norse, possibly "wide-open" or "wind-weaver") is a rooster that sits at the top of Mímameiðr, a tree often taken to be identical with the World Tree Yggdrasil. " - Wikipedia
The tradition of giving Pidgeys grandiose names continues!
To the west of... that city... I find a new Pokemon.
"I am Lord Herne!" it announces proudly. "Current head of the Route 22 Red Clan -"
It falters when it receives no response.
"He's always like this," Vidar says to the new Pokemon. "It's nothing against you."
And north, we find...
Bee - [Old English bīo; related to Old Norse bȳ, Old High German bīa, Dutch bij, Swedish bi]
The Free Dictionary
...I go forth and train my Pokemon, so that we shall not be easily defeated by enemies.
...The sooner I leave this city, the better...
In my training, I stumble across the boy...
...?
...Badges. That's right. Badges are a sign of power. I...
...Yes. And if he wants to see, I'll show him.
Blinded by sand, his Charmander can barely land a hit upon Vidofnir. It is dispatched by inches, never seeing the claw that strikes.
...That was strategy. Not that I expect the boy to understand that.
He seems to expect a response. ...I don't know why. I've never given him one.
In disgust, he throws up his hands and announces, "I've got to quit-"
...
...That's right. The one who holds all the Badges fears no man, and all Pokemon bow before him...
...
...I'll earn all the Badges. I'll become the best. I'll crush those who stand in my way. That's right. That's what I'm supposed to do. That's my purpose. I remember now. I don't remember why, but -
Being the best. That's the only thing that's important. That's the only thing that was ever important. Being the mightiest Trainer...
"Bit... uh... intense, isn't he?" Vidofnir asks.
Vidar flexes its bulb as a form of shrugging. "Seems just to be the way he is. I don't argue. I just follow his orders. It hasn't failed so far."
"All this silence is insolent," Lord Herne mutters, rubbing his horn against the ground. "I've become more skilled in battle, and does he ever acknowledge it? I am made of better stuff than this..."
"I mean... I swear even that other kid talked more than..."
"Just follow his orders," Vidar says. "I've got a feeling about him. I think we'll do well if we stick with him."
...Who dropped this here? I take it without complaint.
...I don't use Pokemon I've had before. Surely there must be more in this area...
I half-wonder how he thinks anything could scare the bugs away here.
EveryfightwithaMetapodever.png
...no no not again get it away
Lord Herne beats back the hordes of bugs with ease, and we venture through the forest -
Hm? That's a new one - It will be my catch. I throw the Ball -
Vidofnir retreats, squawking furiously. Lord Herne enters the fray -
It holds still this time.
From Yahoo Answers (stop laughing):
"Þrymja is one word for thunder. It literally means rave, so it's describing the sound of thunder.
Þórr means thunder. It's also the old Norse spelling for Thor.
Þórdyn Thor + dyn which is yet another word with the same meaning as Þrymja. In this case Þór describes Thor, so it's something like Thor's rave -> Thunder."
I THINK this is to be spelled "Thordain" because it was a Dragon Warrior III spell, and I suspect that it was named exactly this. How freaking hardcore, I was using something called Thor's Rave all the time as a kid and never knew it.
...
...His Pokemon is dispatched with ease.
...There is a Gym ahead. I train diligently.
I will not lose.
The enemy is powerless before Vidar's Leech Seed. Even as it thrashes and flails futilely, the implanted seed drains the life from it bit by bit...
For all the enemy's might, Vidar outlasts it with ease, growing ever stronger as the great beasts of rock and soil batter against it in vain.
He bows his head. "I... was wrong. Take the Boulderbadge."
...I may use it. I do not know.
...I catch sight of myself in a shop window. The face in the mirror is indifferent, and the garb unfamiliar.
...For a while, I watch the children and their parents mill in and out of the nearby museum, and ask myself what essential quality they have that I lack. I... swear that I was like them, once. Or is their normalcy just so overwhelming that I cannot imagine always being any other way?
I leave rather than continue to speculate. There are seven more badges. They will not earn themselves.
Thordain dispatches the fliers amongst the route with ease.
Obligatory LP screenshot!
With an effort, it defeats even a Pokemon one and a half times its level. Its powers are not to be underestimated.
...A fight against a Jigglypuff of similar level does not go as well, though Vidar's Leech Seed, combined with by's Poison, leads us to victory.
Bleeping sleep moves...
Makeitgoaway
...It's... it's nothing... 've... seen them before, but... means nothing...
...If I can't remember anything, why must I remember this-
...eh?
This one I haven't seen before...
Thordain's skills include capture as well as incapacitation.
NOTE: I meant to call this "Skald" or something, but I hit the Start button by mistake. If it's still in the party, that will be changed come Lavender Town.
"Welcome to the team," Vidar announces. "Don't mind our Trainer, he's just that way..."
I leave "by" behind. Its power will not be enough to carry us to the end of the Gyms.
"****ing ****er seized me out of the air and stuffed me in his bag!" Nott squawks, poking its head and one rumbled wing out of the backpack.
"He's like that..." Vanir sighs.
I ignore his warning and go onwards. Many Trainers are dispatched with ease, but...
...There is one Trainer, wearing a black-and-red uniform, who gives me trouble...
...
I'm alive. That's all that matters. And my Pokemon remain alive as well.
...Is this blood on my jeans? I must have skinned my knee...
...It's the old man again.
It seems he comes and talks to me every day. I don't know why.
...Has he said this before? I don't remember.
...I know my own name. I swear I've told him this before, too. Why would he ask me again?
Note: "Munnin" is the Old Norse word for "memory", and is best-known as the name for one of Odin's ravens.
<insincerity> This won't be Ironic Theme Naming or anything. No sirree. </insincerity>
He smiles at me with insincere enthusiasm.
I'm reminded of people congratulating lab animals for performing simple -
Grk...
Hastily, he distracts me.
...Yes, I remember him.
I think.
...He's never friendly.
The old man tests whether I can remember this boy's name...
...I don't catch all of what he says as he heads down the stairs. He's just a retreating silhouette...
...I'm left in front of the TV, staring blankly at the dead screen.
I'm in my room. It's supposed to be my room, anyway.
...Supposedly, I've been here all my life, yet the surroundings are unfamiliar.
Outside, there's a bustling little town. It is generic as all surroundings are.
None of the landmarks mean anything to me, none of the buildings are familiar without my reading the signs posted outside them. It's my hometown, everyone tells me. Of course everyone knows all there is to know about their hometown.
...Meaningless.
...I'm supposed to take... 'anxiety' medications, were they called?
I can't understand why. I never feel anxious.
I never feel anything.
This woman, they tell me, is my mother. ...Shouldn't that mean something to me?
I leave without so much as acknowledging her.
...Was I supposed to go somewhere today?
I don't know. I... don't think I've ever been this way before, however.
At least it will be something new.
The old man's voice rings out...
He runs up to me, so panting and white-faced that at first he's speechless.
...I stare at him blankly, uncomprehending. What do I have to fear from wild Pokemon?
My own Pokemon?
But...
I don't...
My throat constricting, I let him do as he wants...
The next I know, I'm standing in front of him at his lab.
The boy next to me clears his throat irritably.
"What took you so long?" the boy protests. "You were about to show me something, and then somebody called from outside and you just bolted off like a Rattata with its tail on fire!"
"Muninn wandered into the tall grass," the old man says, wandering over and tapping the strange devices on the far table. "I had to -"
"That spaz screwed up again?" the boy demands. "Why does everyone here act like his nanny? If I acted like that, I'd -"
"Huginn! Hush!" the old man snaps, whirling around and pointing a finger at him. "I don't know how many times I'll have to tell you, you are to treat Muninn with kindness and respect! I know how hard it's been for you ever since your parents died, but you aren't the only one who's suffered!"
"Oh, I'm supposed to be the grown-up one! Unlike Weirdo here-"
I watch on in silence.
At last, the old man finishes arguing with the boy and turns back to me, forcing a smile.
I look around blankly, and he bursts into involuntary laughter.
Guilt crossing his face, he fakes the friendly smile again, and moves on:
The boy's face turns red, and he bursts out indignantly:
The game will return after these messages...
...There we go.
...I stand in front of the table, holding the Ball in my hand.
This one... speaks to me.
I nod.
Behindthename.com says...
From the Old Norse Víðarr, which is possibly derived from víðr "forest" and arr "warrior".
Not plotwise-significant, but still an appropriate name, eh?
...I leave, indifferent to his actions, but he calls after me, "Hey, Muninn!"
No, you just didn't have a spare Potion. >_>
Frustrated, he stomps out.
I leave as well.
On my way through the tall grass, I bump into a man who claims to be from a local store.
I take his gift blankly and move on.
...Next is a place that a sign claims is Viridian City.
...
...
...I've been he-
I ducked inside the store the man told me about for shelter. The owner told me that I was to take a package to the old man.
I don't care. I just... I don't... Don't want to be here...
He smiles encouragingly, but I volunteer nothing more.
...
I hold out the parcel.
Suddenly, the boy's voice rings out...
There is a discussion. Something about recording data on Pokemon.
...I don't care for labs, I've never liked them, enough of experiments -
I turn to beat a hasty retreat, but the boy starts up with his blathering again.
"This is a collaborative project -" the old man begins, but the boy ignores him.
"I'll tell her not-"
He stomps off, hostile as always...
I pass by the house that is apparently his on my way out of Pallet.
She smiles at me with her utmost sweetness, but it falters when I give her none in return.
"Good - good luck," she mumbles. I say nothing.
...This woman is always telling me that I need more rest and relaxation.
I don't know why.
Ducking into the Mart again, I buy PokeBalls so that I can defend myself. I... don't feel Vidar will be enough.
I don't... I've seen before...
Make it go away just make it go
Vidar follows my commands; it has been loyally knocking out any Pokemon we see, and has grown stronger than its initial state. Still... now I feel the need to catch another.
But not a Rattata.
...not any I've seen before...
A Pidgey suffices.
...I'll catch no more from this area. One at a time is enough.
"According to Fjölsvinnsmál, Víðópnir or Víðófnir (Old Norse, possibly "wide-open" or "wind-weaver") is a rooster that sits at the top of Mímameiðr, a tree often taken to be identical with the World Tree Yggdrasil. " - Wikipedia
The tradition of giving Pidgeys grandiose names continues!
To the west of... that city... I find a new Pokemon.
"I am Lord Herne!" it announces proudly. "Current head of the Route 22 Red Clan -"
It falters when it receives no response.
"He's always like this," Vidar says to the new Pokemon. "It's nothing against you."
And north, we find...
Bee - [Old English bīo; related to Old Norse bȳ, Old High German bīa, Dutch bij, Swedish bi]
The Free Dictionary
...I go forth and train my Pokemon, so that we shall not be easily defeated by enemies.
...The sooner I leave this city, the better...
In my training, I stumble across the boy...
...?
...Badges. That's right. Badges are a sign of power. I...
...Yes. And if he wants to see, I'll show him.
Blinded by sand, his Charmander can barely land a hit upon Vidofnir. It is dispatched by inches, never seeing the claw that strikes.
...That was strategy. Not that I expect the boy to understand that.
He seems to expect a response. ...I don't know why. I've never given him one.
In disgust, he throws up his hands and announces, "I've got to quit-"
...
...That's right. The one who holds all the Badges fears no man, and all Pokemon bow before him...
...
...I'll earn all the Badges. I'll become the best. I'll crush those who stand in my way. That's right. That's what I'm supposed to do. That's my purpose. I remember now. I don't remember why, but -
Being the best. That's the only thing that's important. That's the only thing that was ever important. Being the mightiest Trainer...
"Bit... uh... intense, isn't he?" Vidofnir asks.
Vidar flexes its bulb as a form of shrugging. "Seems just to be the way he is. I don't argue. I just follow his orders. It hasn't failed so far."
"All this silence is insolent," Lord Herne mutters, rubbing his horn against the ground. "I've become more skilled in battle, and does he ever acknowledge it? I am made of better stuff than this..."
"I mean... I swear even that other kid talked more than..."
"Just follow his orders," Vidar says. "I've got a feeling about him. I think we'll do well if we stick with him."
...Who dropped this here? I take it without complaint.
...I don't use Pokemon I've had before. Surely there must be more in this area...
I half-wonder how he thinks anything could scare the bugs away here.
EveryfightwithaMetapodever.png
...no no not again get it away
Lord Herne beats back the hordes of bugs with ease, and we venture through the forest -
Hm? That's a new one - It will be my catch. I throw the Ball -
Vidofnir retreats, squawking furiously. Lord Herne enters the fray -
It holds still this time.
From Yahoo Answers (stop laughing):
"Þrymja is one word for thunder. It literally means rave, so it's describing the sound of thunder.
Þórr means thunder. It's also the old Norse spelling for Thor.
Þórdyn Thor + dyn which is yet another word with the same meaning as Þrymja. In this case Þór describes Thor, so it's something like Thor's rave -> Thunder."
I THINK this is to be spelled "Thordain" because it was a Dragon Warrior III spell, and I suspect that it was named exactly this. How freaking hardcore, I was using something called Thor's Rave all the time as a kid and never knew it.
...
...His Pokemon is dispatched with ease.
...There is a Gym ahead. I train diligently.
I will not lose.
The enemy is powerless before Vidar's Leech Seed. Even as it thrashes and flails futilely, the implanted seed drains the life from it bit by bit...
For all the enemy's might, Vidar outlasts it with ease, growing ever stronger as the great beasts of rock and soil batter against it in vain.
He bows his head. "I... was wrong. Take the Boulderbadge."
...I may use it. I do not know.
...I catch sight of myself in a shop window. The face in the mirror is indifferent, and the garb unfamiliar.
...For a while, I watch the children and their parents mill in and out of the nearby museum, and ask myself what essential quality they have that I lack. I... swear that I was like them, once. Or is their normalcy just so overwhelming that I cannot imagine always being any other way?
I leave rather than continue to speculate. There are seven more badges. They will not earn themselves.
Thordain dispatches the fliers amongst the route with ease.
Obligatory LP screenshot!
With an effort, it defeats even a Pokemon one and a half times its level. Its powers are not to be underestimated.
...A fight against a Jigglypuff of similar level does not go as well, though Vidar's Leech Seed, combined with by's Poison, leads us to victory.
Bleeping sleep moves...
Makeitgoaway
...It's... it's nothing... 've... seen them before, but... means nothing...
...If I can't remember anything, why must I remember this-
...eh?
This one I haven't seen before...
Thordain's skills include capture as well as incapacitation.
NOTE: I meant to call this "Skald" or something, but I hit the Start button by mistake. If it's still in the party, that will be changed come Lavender Town.
"Welcome to the team," Vidar announces. "Don't mind our Trainer, he's just that way..."
I leave "by" behind. Its power will not be enough to carry us to the end of the Gyms.
"****ing ****er seized me out of the air and stuffed me in his bag!" Nott squawks, poking its head and one rumbled wing out of the backpack.
"He's like that..." Vanir sighs.
I ignore his warning and go onwards. Many Trainers are dispatched with ease, but...
...There is one Trainer, wearing a black-and-red uniform, who gives me trouble...
...
I'm alive. That's all that matters. And my Pokemon remain alive as well.
...Is this blood on my jeans? I must have skinned my knee...