Let's Play Even More Pokemon! (Platinum)

“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Giratina Tn’beck wgah’nagl fhtagn.”

“In her home at Turnback dead Giratina waits dreaming.”

For that alone every last bit of my hesitation is gone. You shall be Giratina.

But seriously guys you CAN claim legendaries. I don't care. :D

I'm a bell. I'm a bell. Hey actually that might be a good thing. Maybe since I'm absolutely useless, Vide will have mercy on me :D
:D no she won't.

"…bolder than the storied Dusclops, great Giratina rose silently into the air and began to pursue with vast space-rending strokes of cosmic potency. Driben looked back and went mad, laughing shrilly as he kept on laughing at intervals till death found him one night in the cabin whilst Jorgansen was wandering deliriously.

But Jorgansen had not given out yet. Knowing that the One Whose Name Was Never To Be Spoken could surely overtake the Warning until steam was fully up, he resolved on a desperate chance; and, setting the engine for full speed, ran lightning-like to the controls and reversed the treads. There was a mighty grinding and winding in the engine, and as the steam mounted higher and higher the brave Johton drove his vessel head on against the pursuing beast which rose out of the grisly darkness like the stern of a daemon galleon. The awful head with its clacking, glinting beak came nearly up to the front window of the sturdy tunnler, but Jorgansen drove on relentlessly. There was a bursting as of an exploding bladder, a slushy nastiness as of a cloven Feebas, a stench as of a thousand opened graves, and a sound that the chronicler would not put on paper. For an instant the tunnler was befouled by an acrid and blinding purple cloud, and then there was only a venomous seething astern; where—Arceus above!—the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawn was nebulously recombining in its hateful original form, whilst its distance widened every second as the Warning gained impetus from its mounting steam.

That was all. After that Jorgansen only brooded over the idol in the cabin and attended to a few matters of food for himself and the laughing maniac by his side. He did not try to navigate after the first bold flight, for the reaction had taken something out of his soul. Then came the quake of April 2nd, and a gathering of the clouds about his consciousness. There is a sense of spectral whirling through liquid gulfs of infinity, of dizzying rides through reeling universes on a comet’s tail, and of hysterical plunges from the pit to the moon and from the moon back again to the pit, all livened by a cachinnating chorus of the distorted, hilarious elder Pokemon and the plack, bat-winged mocking imps of the most chilling of nightmares.

Out of that dream came rescue—the Vigilance, the vice-admiralty court, the streets of Canalave, and the long voyage back home to the old house by the forest. He could not tell—they would think him mad. He would write of what he knew before death came, but his wife must not guess. Death would be a boon if only it could blot out the memories.

That was the document I read, and now I have placed it in the tin box beside the bas-relief and the papers of Professor Spruce. With it shall go this record of mine—this test of my own sanity, wherein is pieced together that which I hope may never be pieced together again. I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me. But I do not think my life will be long. As my uncle went, as poor Jorgansen went, so I shall go. I know too much, and the cult still lives.

Giratina still lives, too, I suppose, again in that chasm of stone which has shielded her since the sun was young. Her accursed domain is sunken once more, for the Vigilance sailed over the spot after the April quake; but her ministers on earth still bellow and prance and slay around idol-capped monoliths in lonely places. She must have been trapped by the sinking whilst within her black abyss, or else the world would by now be screaming with fright and frenzy. Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men. A time will come—but I must not and cannot think! Let me pray that, if I do not survive this manuscript, my executors may put caution before audacity and see that it meets no other eye."

— A torn piece of a journal, found crumpled in a room in the Old Chateau

trufax, I had to edit very little of that.

Is it bad I was expecting Amnesia: The Dark Descent quotage instead

Sadly, I have never played.

Iä! Iä! Girantina fhtagn!


... Considering that Girantina appears to have been upgraded to Great Old One status now, we're all going to die, aren't we? Even more painfully than before, anyway

Interestingly, it seems to be supported by the game itself that Giratina comes across as some sort of Strange God Man Cannot Comprehend, so there's that.

No comment for the second part. :D

I...It...It...IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

H. P. Shanaticraft?

Hey there Cthulhu Giratina, down up there in your sunken city big vast cosmos
You’re a billion light years distant and the stars look very pretty
From R’lyeh
So close and yet so far away
Iä, Ië
Cthulhu Giratina Fhtagn, or is that k-THOO-loo fuh-TINE?
I can never quite remember, ’cause I’m not in my right mind
Since I met you
No one corrupts the way you do
You know it’s true

Oh, it’s what you’ll do to me
Oh, and all humanity
Oh, you’ll rise up from the sea
Oh, kill everyone slowly
Except the ones like me

.... what?

Why does all the fun stuff happen when I'm sleeping or actually being productive?

Brief glance at the new catch before I update properly~


Afti, I have finally gone back to get you!

I... Was that... Screaming? But... We're too far from the city to hear them anymore...

What's that...?

I press the keystone back into place. Did someone steal it from here...?

Hallowed Tower? Okay...

I press on a little further, passing the Lost Tower for now, and arrive in Solaceon. There's a daycare there- I leave Haniel with the old lady running it.

Everyone keeps talking about there being a HM in the ruins here. I guess I should go find it.

Cthulu Christmas Carols. That is all.

...I don't think I like it here...

Are those... Words?

...I think they're directions, even. I try to memorize them before moving on.

Got it right.

What does that mean?

I don't like being here. It feels like there's static in my head. Buzzing and buzzing and buzzing...

Flonne keeps giving me worried looks.

More writing.

Um... 'All loves touch other... Loves to create... Something anew and alive...' Wait, is it loves or lives...?

The more I read, the louder the buzzing gets, until I can almost feel it in my bones, and can't even think over the noise.

Flonne starts chirping worriedly, and that draws the others, but I barely notice. Why won't it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop-

Then suddenly it cuts out, leaving me staring at the wall where the words were- but none of the writing makes sense anymore.

...We're leaving.

...My head hurts.

I CAN READ UNKNOWN

"Top Right Lower Left"
"Friendship"
"All lives touch other lives to create something anew and alive"
... And now I wonder how unown work in Chinese.

And I JUST realized I hit 'o' instead of 'i' when typing that up. /scoots off to edit

-- I thought it was on purpose and Vide misread it because she's that in love with Baro
;-;

That is a much better explanation than 'the LPer cannot type'.

Maybe it was all the buzzing...

Buzz Buzz Buzz BUZZBUZZBUZZBUZZBUZZBUZZBUZZ

ANSWER THE DANG DOORBELL!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Have lit up robots :D

I'm just going to leave these here.
...
...
*flees*

... I know that this one's supposed to be Dialga going crazy and manipulating time and whatnot, but I can't stop seeing it as some sort of mad rave-party. OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ

The distortion makes it looks like Lapras is bobbin' its head to the music to me.

You know, both mon!Afti and mon!Petalite are ghosts in platinum, and both speak to Flonne in her mind.
connection?

Ah, finally read the whole thing! Took me a bit, but finally did it!

Also, if it's possible, may I be a water type? I don't really know all the pokemon in this game, I never owned this generation of pokemon games. :(

>Water-Type
>Spy-Crab

I'm watchin' you....

(congratulations on reading the whole thing, by the way.)

Fixed it for you. An obsession with water, no, that's paranoid talk. 9u9



(And thanks! Now to finish the Quartz LP, and all the others connected to it! /s-sob, this'll be forever. )

Serious points for dedication.

I saw! I was kinda of amazed, watching you like every update.

That is COMPLETELY possible! I already have an idea.

Why do I now feel afraid?

I'm scared too. :(

You may be sensing the impending update I'm working on.

Or have just come to terms with the fact I am evil.

Ooooh~

Probably both.

Being good is overrated anyway; you don't get to stab half as may people when you're good and arson is completely off limits.

Considering the long row of jokes I have made about Javert burning down churches in another thread (long story short; he's prejudiced against zombies), that seems like an oddly apropos remark.

No comment on the impending doom, busy being terrified.

Imgur is being stupid again so you're all saved for a little longer.