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Pokémon Quartz – #51


Oh god I don’t have Waterfall yet.

-ONE UNDOCUMENTED TREK THROUGH THE CLOUDY DARKNESS-


…how the **** did I get here?

Seriously – there’s a pretty sizable chunk of my day gone…

I guess I’ll just look around… and check if maybe there’s some sort of explanation for this.



WATCH ME CLIMB TO THE HEAVENS!


Or just ascend what should have, by all rights, absolutely nothing for R. Nixon.


And suddenly… balloon… tentacle… guy…?



THAT THING IS INTELLIGENT?



A more fitting name – suggested by the LP Group.


How the hell does a waterfall form this way? There is no logic in th-

…oh yeah… Corna.


If I see any more of these subterranean clouds I’ll need some sort of half-assed explanation.



You’re going to insult me, aren’t you?


Yeah, no – you freaking mental patient.


Wait, did we just battle? I didn’t even notice…

Also, what kind of potion is made out of wings?


So it’s sorcery, is it now?



I’d love to, but-


STOP GIVING AWAY MY USELESS ****, PHONE!



It’s not in its nest because it was taken out? Good to know.

And how the hell did she get her hands on this anyway?



Damn straight.


…and she turns away.


I don’t want to anger any Aztec ghosts, so I might as well return this thing.


Well obviou-


OH GOD THE SAND IS IN MY EYES.


And suddenly ice for no adequately explained reason – good old Corna.


Goddamn ice…


It would have been pretty damned tragic if Roco couldn’t destroy rocks by just staring at them.


Who was it that wanted this, aga-


Oh god!


I remembe-


GHLGHAOUHAGHAghhhh…


Hey there, you silly, silly Frenchman.


Yeah… don’t call me that.




Aren’t I already watching? Or is that why you’re providing me with narration?


…alright?


I don’t care! I don’t care!


I’m not doing sit, Frenchi-


Why this, now?



Sorry, but Heart Isn’t Really An Awesome Power.


…only not as cool.


IMPOTENT RAGE!


What the hell is a “rumfle”?

Anyway, I guess it’s off to face the… err… best, I suppose, that Corna has to offer.


Olimpic…? Eh, I just don’t care enough to nitpick that.


Ascending toward the heavens and all that nonsense.



The village of awkward phrasing, more like.


And that’s stopped me before…?




DAMN THAT BARO AND HIS DOOR-SEALING SORCERIES.


…docks?

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT.

DOCKS?

DOES THIS MEAN I CAN LEAVE?


I am STEVEN! Now get me the hell out of this place.


Wait, are these the same capitalists involved in the conspiracy to keep people who can’t afford skates out of northern Corna?



…so they’re manipulating the time vortex to make more money from their capitalist schemes? THOSE DASTARDLY FIENDS!


Wait, what?

Being so close to the time vortex for so long must screw with your perception of the present or some ****…



Maybe when the risk is worth it…


Onward, I guess.


THIS ROAD IS VICTORIOUS OVER OTHER ROADS, NONE CAN STAND AGAINST ITS MIGHT.


THIS MUSHROOM IS VICTORIOUS OVER ALL OTHE-


Oh, I guess it’s just the road then.


What if I don’t want to be Consideer Weiner?


I’m sure the requirements for Cornian Champion are quite high…


DAMN YOU ROAD, YOU HAVE BESTED ME WITH YOUR DARKNESS.


Rocks and darkness… what fun.


Insanity…?

Well, for now at least.


I doubt everything in Corna. Except the all-encompassing evil that is Baro, obviously.


I don’t have a word to properly convey my feelings right now…


And now you’re Tony the Tiger, fantastic.


Or fear, it depends.




So what? All my other battles meant nothing?


Jaume? That sounds like a sound you make when you eat something that shouldn’t be eaten.

Like Cornian cuisine.


And now there’s a stern elephant, why am I not surprised?



More devestation is always great. Always.



So… literally nothing was riding on this battle? Good to know.




I’m never complacent. I’m ever-vigilant.


How does evolution produce a nose like that…?

The answer is: it doesn’t.



I’d prefer to forget…


I have no experience with that, sadly.


Only me have good grammar in Corna.


Caves should all be lit by an indeterminate source so this **** doesn’t happen…


I still have no clue as to why this thing is made of cans…



So you’re all hermits, then?


Several times, probably.


How the hell does that talentless punk get ahead of me?



That sounded more like a question…



There are many misterious things in Corna. All can be traced back to Baro. All.


I HAVE TRIUMPHED OVER THE VICTORIOUS ROAD, I AM EMPEROR OF VICTORY.


Yes, yes I have.



Then how the hell did you even get this far?


How is this even a waterfall…?


At least it isn’t elbowing me…


THE GARISH TEXT BURNS MY RETINAS.


Oh god, now I’m blind.


How the hell does that thing open its mouth…?



So apparently this thing will destroy this thing in the past… or something, I guess.

Also, what the hell do you call some sort of aquatic Chaos god with the ability to travel through time?

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