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  ~Challenge Accepted ~~I don't want to be known as 'His' Kid. I want to make my own head way as a Trainer. We've never seen eye to eye. I'm not living in his shadow, living up to his expectations to take over the Gym. You always said I could do anything 'I want'. Well how bout 'I don't Want'? I 'don't want' to disappoint you.
~Brendan
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'Wounder if my letter reached-'
"Ow!! Storm!!"
    Satisfied with the attention obtained, Storm purred. She turned down below, pointing a spot out to relax. Brendan eyed the the surroundings, next to a creak within the forest. Nodding, he held on tight as Storm descended. Hoping off the Altaria's back, five other Pokeballs in hand, calling out team members. Today was going to be a lazy day. Brendan laid in the grass, under the shade of a tree as each of the Pokemon spread out taking their own lazy pleasure.
"Swamp!!"
    LockJaw dug the creak wider to hold his massive form, creating a small muddy pile along the way. Joined by Ro
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  Return    Dust covered, well-worn running shoes made the trek off the passenger ship and up the steep hill at the end of the dock.
    A bag that was just the slightest bit brown-er than it had been when it was first purchased was slung over a shoulder, it’s recently replaced zipper gleamed in the late summer lighting-a welcome comparison to the one that it had replaced due to its overuse.
    Long brown hair fluttered in its ponytail as the sea breeze whispered its way up the hill and into the forest beyond. A slightly calloused and tan hand reached up and tucked a strand behind one ear, product of an old habit formed not far from that very hill.
    Ripped denim shorts gave way to long tan legs that looked more like those of a woman’s than those of a child. Beneath the surface lay tight, toned muscles that were the product of walking, running and biking.
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  The free Pokemon game giveaway entry!What will I do with my new game? Very good question! In fact, I think I'll write a journal entry just because of that question, but first, a backstory. 
 I have always loved Pokemon ever since I could remember. Had every toy I could get, watched every episode of the anime, and played it with my cousins every chance I got (as I never had any brothers or sisters) that is, until they were "too cool" to even bother with talking with a "young brat". Aside from that rejection, to this very day I'm in love with Pokemon. (And if I could draw better than a 4 year old, I'd draw comics, new Pokemon, mega evolutions, and probably some of my favorite Pokemon too!) 
Flash forward to the present, and I'm in a class of relatively small number and no one likes Pokemon but me and an autistic kid (he actually said he had an account on here but I forgot his name but he likes dr. Who and Pokemon and it's in his gallery I'm sure). He and I like to visit each other and battle, trade, etc. Now,

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entry's   Ode to HoennBring back the third generation
Have the tropical region return
With oceans that are sparkling
and volcanos that burn
Let the age old battle commence again
One of nature; land and sea
Track down ancient legends
Go and set them free
Search the rivers, the tall grass
Be brave, be bold
You must find and battle
creatures new and old
Meet friends from the past
and ones yet to come
Remember the music that you loved
The melodies you used to hum
Ten long years I've waited
Everyone has been
It gives me great joy to say
Welcome back, Hoenn Diary of an Ambassador EspeonDay 4207
It started out to be any other day.  I was just taking a nice day off in the fields of Camphrier Town while my trainer raced on her bike hatching eggs again.  But Sky was gone longer than usual.  Something was up.  When she came back, a mix of emotions were written all over her face.  I couldn't help but be curious.  Sky took me aside from the other pokemon and sat us by the river.
"Lucky." Sky took a deep breath. "You're going back to Hoenn."
I couldn't believe it.  All these years I thought I'd never see my homelands again but it's happening!  I'm being sent back to Hoenn!
I asked if I was going to see my original trainer to but Sky said that a new trainer needs me.  I guess I won't be running into K.K. again.  A little disappointing.  Maybe I'll see her again when I go back home!!!
My parents, a jolteon and vaporeon, had been from another region but their trainer sent me to K.K. because they knew I'd be well cared for.
   
 's entry  Untitled [Prologue]"Now finish it, Staravia! Quick Attack!"
Her hands clenched tightly, shaking with dread, Kaiya could only watch in despair as the grayish-brown bird soared across the sky, gaining altitude, then tucked its wings in and plunged downward in blinding streak of feathers. The burst of wind from the dive as Staravia flashed past held so great a force that Kaiya had to take a step backward to steady herself. Her Chimchar had not even the chance to glance up before the opponent struck, carrying the helpless fire Pokémon off its feet and into the thick trunk of an ancient oak several meters away. Chimchar slide down the trunk and lay motionless at the bottom.
Get up. Get up, please. Kaiya opened her mouth and cried out, "Chimchar!" She knew already the battle was over, though. The flame on Chimchar's rear had flickered and vanished in a puff of smoke when it hit the tree; the Pokémon had fainted on impact.
The Staravia flew a short distance further, its long feathers brushing the gras

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