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truCrystalBorf ONLINE   Forum Posts: 306  |
Posted: Wed, 23/10/2024 14:47 (5 Months ago) |
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For context, the item I’m referring to is the Silph Scope. In the Pokemon games, specifically Gen 1, it is a Key Item used to see the Ghost Types in Lavender Tower, allowing you to catch Gastly, Haunter, and Gengar. The encounter rate from a majority of other users’ experiences are a bit low, which is why I am proposing a new item for the Halloween Event Upgrades roster. The Silph Scope on Pokeheroes, once bought, will increase the encounter rate of Retro Gastly, Retro Haunter, and Retro Gengar after every successful Trick-or-Treat. Depending on how much of a boost the encounter rate gets from the item, it will cost 400-2K Halloween Sweets, which should motivate other users to grind for it. You’ll still have to buy it again every year like all the other items, but it should make finding the Retro Gastly line easier, especially if you’re looking for a Shiny. [Read more] |
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truCrystalBorf ONLINE Forum Posts: 306 |
Posted: Mon, 21/10/2024 23:45 (5 Months ago) |
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Character: Alolan Vulpix in Samus Aran's Varia Suit Type of art: Digital Fullbody Payment: PD (if I need to edit and put the amount I'm willing to pay, lmk) Additional info: Feel free to take as much time as possible, even if you have to simplify some details or leave any out. Also linking the Varia Suit wiki page, since there's some different variations to the Varia Suit depending on the game, so whichever suit works best for drawing the Alolan Vulpix in works fine for me :) Lmk if I messed up anywhere in the order form [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 21/10/2024 20:54 (5 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 20/10/2024 01:44 (5 Months ago) |
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Alolan Vulpix or anything you can afford [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 18/10/2024 15:09 (5 Months ago) |
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Alolan Vulpix or any Plushie you can afford :) [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 16/10/2024 15:12 (5 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 05/10/2024 12:24 (5 Months ago) |
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Alolan Vulpix or any Plushie you can afford :) [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 04/10/2024 11:33 (5 Months ago) |
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Alolan Vulpix or any Plushie you can afford [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:12 (6 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 29/09/2024 22:01 (6 Months ago) |
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Alolan Vulpix or a Plushie you can afford [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 28/09/2024 14:22 (6 Months ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 27/09/2024 18:51 (6 Months ago) |
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Alolan Vulpix or a Plushie you can afford [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 20/09/2024 00:57 (6 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 08/09/2024 20:35 (6 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 08/09/2024 17:53 (6 Months ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 05/09/2024 22:45 (6 Months ago) |
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favorites or whatever Plushie you can afford [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 03/09/2024 02:20 (6 Months ago) |
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Favorites or whatever Plushie you can afford! (make sure to check Plushie Logs if you're not sure if someone has sent a Plushie to someone yet. This reduces the chance of sending one to someone who hasn't sent one yet.) [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 03/09/2024 01:40 (6 Months ago) |
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Favorite Plushies or whatever you can afford :) [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 01/09/2024 00:37 (7 Months ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 14/08/2024 21:47 (7 Months ago) |
Title: Chapter 1“MASTER EON!” he screamed, desperation clear in his voice. But, it was all in vain, as the portal closed, and he collapsed on the ground again, his hope draining from his face. He stayed on the ground, curling up as the realization that he was quite possibly on an unfamiliar island, far from the Citadel. Tears fell as he began to cry for the loss of his mentor, the Skylanders he called his friends, and his home. He didn’t have anything, anymore. He was all alone. And so, he stayed there on the ground for awhile, hoping that, if he kept his eyes shut long enough, he’d wake up in his own bed, the events a passing nightmare. That was how they usually worked, right? But, when he opened them, he was still in the same spot he was left at. He was never going home. He glanced up, looking around. He was in a dirty alleyway, the smell of garbage strong enough to almost make him gag. He really didn’t want to be here, but what choice did he have? He got up, sniffling as he wiped the tears from his face. The city, he presumed, was loud. He was used to the calm of the Citadel, and his hometown, so he was hesitant to leave the small comfort of the alley he had been thrown into. He had to leave the alley sometime. However, he wasn’t quite brave enough yet. The alley was the closest thing to calm he had so far. Maybe he could take a peek, then go from there. Surely, the world outside the alley wasn’t bad. Taking several cautious steps towards the entrance to the alley, he could see shapes walking by, and the vehicles, which he assumed were cars, zooming by. He backed away, scared of what the outside of the alley was like. For all he knew, anyone or anything outside that alley could be dangerous. He would try again tomorrow when he had his confidence back. He took to looking around the alley for a place to take shelter for the night that was yet to come. The smell, as he noticed before, was disgusting. Unclean. There were garbage bins, and he quickly made the deduction that that was where the smell was coming from. Though, he had smelled worse. He could handle this. He noticed the wooden planks sticking out of one of the garbage bins, and, after giving it some thought, he made a decent plan. He would use the planks as a sort of roofing as soon as he found a spot in the alley to rest. Grabbing the planks, he wrestled them out of the bin, nearly falling backwards when he successfully got them out. He looked around again, not wanting to be spotted. He would have a hard time explaining why he took planks out of the trash, or how he got there. Bringing the planks further into the alley, he found that it came to a deadend, surrounded by three buildings made of brick or cement. There were wooden boxes, which seemed to have been unused for a while, stacked almost neatly in the corner. He stared at the boxes, then at the planks he was holding, and then back to the boxes. “Yeah,” he said. “I can make this work.” He put the planks down before he started working on moving the boxes. They were a bit heavy, most likely filled with various contents. Costanza made sure he was careful not to make as much noise as possible. Eventually, he got the boxes into two groups of two by one. Then, he picked up the two planks he had found and placed them on top of the boxes. He even used the extra fifth box as a partial wall which he could hide behind. Dusting off his hands and cloak, he stared at his work, wanting to feel proud. However, when he looked at it, he felt saddened. His life had suddenly been reduced to whatever this was. He was alone, and without a home. He was homeless. He could feel tears welling up, and it took almost all of his willpower not to cry as he crawled underneath the planks, taking off his cloak so he could use it as a sort of blanket. The sun was setting, and so would he. He would need to save his strength for tomorrow, where he would set out and scout this new world. He needed to know where he was, and how to survive. He just felt so tired, and he welcomed sleep as he closed his eyes. “Yes, Costanza?” “Look! Skylanders!” “Hm? Oh! They came! That’s a good thing.” “It is?” “Oh, yes. Those Trolls have been causing trouble for an entire week. The Skylanders are here to help.” “I wanna help, mama!” “Costanza, it’s too dangerous for you. Maybe when you’re older-” “But I can help! I have my magic!” “Costanza, sweetie, you’re still a child. Those Trolls are nasty and mean. I’d hate for you to get hurt.” “... Okay, mama.” “That’s my boy.” When Costanza woke up, it was in the middle of the night. It felt cold, and he shifted, bringing his cloak closer to him. He would go back to sleep soon. It was just the cold. Nothing he couldn’t handle. He closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to return. Only it didn’t. Opening his eyes, he groaned and crawled out from his ‘camp’. It was still dark outside, with the entrance to the alley being illuminated by streetlights. Fewer cars were active, though whenever they passed, the momentarily lit up the alley even more. When he looked up, he could see only a few stars dotting the sky. He had read something months ago that, because of his location, this was due to light pollution and other factors. He sighed, deciding that he would go out and explore while the city was currently at its quietest. Grabbing his cloak and slinging it over his shoulder, he cautiously approached the alley’s entrance. There were very few people walking about. The first thing he noticed was that everyone here was human. No Mabu, no Elves, no Foxes, just humans. Costanza would fit right in, and no one would suspect that he didn’t belong here. Exiting the alley, he made sure to get a good look at the surrounding area. He would need to remember it for when he had to return. There was what he assumed was a cafe to his left, a sign hanging that spelled out “Rise & Shine” in a fancy font. He didn’t question how he could read it, since the writing was close enough to Skylandian, somehow. The cafe appeared to be closed, with the lights being off. Across the street was a convenient store, its lights on most likely twenty four seven. To his right, apartment buildings, some lights were on, the rest of them off. Turning left, he started walking. He would only walk a few blocks, then turn around and head back. Past the cafe and further down the street. It was peaceful, for the most part. It made his mind wander. Back to Skylands, before he became Eon’s student, back when he lived in Twinleaf Town in Sinn’oh. Back then, he didn’t need to worry about fending for himself. He had his mother and his friends to protect him. And then later, his mentor and the Skylanders. Now, he had no one but himself. He sighed, crossing his arms as he hunched over, the weight of grief hanging over him. Things were never going to be the same. He didn’t acknowledge the glances of passersby towards him, the strange looks they were giving him. Some even whispered to their companions or partners, quiet enough that Costanza couldn’t hear, but he could guess that they were whispering about a strange boy walking on the streets. He didn’t exactly fit in. But he couldn’t worry about that now. Costanza didn’t stop until he reached what he believed to be the end of the block. The street stretched on in three other directions, like a four way intersection. He could’ve kept going straight and headed across the street and explored a bit more. However, he found that he didn’t necessarily want to, and instead, turned around so he could head back, bumping into someone in the process. “S-sorry,” he apologized, and attempted to move past them. The stranger put a hand on his shoulder, gently holding him back. “Hey, dude,” the stranger asked, and Costanza froze, looking up at his face. He looked like a teenager, just like him, though maybe a couple years older, probably eighteen. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and he looked concerned. “Are you alright?” Caught off guard, he took a moment to process the question. A part of him wanted to tell the teenager that he wasn’t okay. That he needed help. He wanted someone to confess to. But the only thing he could say was- “I’m fine.” Breaking free from his grip, he hurried into the small crowd behind him and down the street, ignoring anything the teen was saying to him. Soon, he couldn’t hear him anymore. Soon, he spotted the Rise and Shine sign, and in an instant, he made a break for the alley. Once he was there, he ran for his camp, tucking himself into the corner to hide. His mind began racing with many thoughts, some of them asking why he didn’t just tell the teenager about his situation. Others were yelling at him for making such a risky move. Costanza squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut out the thoughts. He messed up. Shadows walked by the alley, and he took to watching the shadows as a way to help calm down. Something else to focus on that wasn’t his own failures. First one shadow passed by. Then three, then two, then three again. The crowd had eventually dissipated, and a lone figure stood at the alleyway’s entrance. He held his breath, silently praying for it to go away. A faint beeping noise went off from far away, and the figure left. When it disappeared, he sighed in relief. Eventually, he began to grow tired, his body wanting to go back to sleep. And he would allow it. Tomorrow was another day. Jerry had just left his apartment to go for a midnight walk when he spotted him. The kid looked to be about fifteen, though he could easily have been sixteen. He just suddenly appeared from the alley that stood between the apartment and his work, and it looked like he was sad about… something. He looked around, before walking past the cafe in the direction he was going. Jerry, feeling worried about the kid, decided he would follow him, at least for a little bit, to see if he could talk to him. He started walking, but not at too quick of a pace, in the same direction as the kid. He noticed he was carrying a purple jacket of some kind. It looked well taken care of, as well as the kid’s clothing, so he must’ve just been kicked out recently. That, or he had stolen the clothes. Though, he’d never seen a jacket like that before, and could have easily been a handmade hand-me-down. The more he thought about it, the more he began to worry for the kid. He wouldn’t make it out there all alone. As he watched the kid walk, he noticed that his shoulders sagged, like something was weighing him down. “Weird kid,” he heard someone mutter as the kid walked past them. Another one chimed in quietly, “Where are his parents?” “Hope the kid’s alright,” he murmured to himself as they were reaching the corner of the street. Maybe if he could just talk to him, he could help- He ended up colliding into the kid as he turned around, neither of them having paid attention to their surroundings. “S-sorry,” the kid apologized, and attempted to move past Jerry. Instead, Jerry laid a hand on his shoulder, gently holding him back, “Hey, dude.” The kid snapped his head up to look at him, and he could just see he was hurting. He was also scared. Jerry couldn’t stop himself from asking the kid a single question, “Are you alright?” The kid seemed taken aback by the question, and somewhat confused. Then- “I’m fine.” He’s lying. The kid slipped out of his grasp, quickly walking away and disappearing into the crowd that had formed behind him. Jerry, not wanting to lose track of him, called out, “Kid, wait! Kid!” His words fell on deaf ears, so he did his best to get past the crowd and reach the kid. But, when he got past the crowd, he found himself in front of the alley between his apartment and the cafe, with no sign of the kid. It was almost like he had vanished. But he couldn’t have gone far, right? He took a passing glance down the alley. Perhaps he went down that way? He didn’t get the chance to walk down the alley when a small, but loud, beeping noise went off. Looking at his watch, he realized he would be late to bed, and thus, have little energy for work, and he quietly sighed. He would find the kid again when he had the chance. He would also probably have to explain to his boss the situation, and they could figure out how to solve it. In the end, he entered the apartment complex, where he would head to his room, sleep nearly being elusive. He couldn’t help but replay the event in his mind. The kid’s eyes. They held so much pain that he wanted to help him. He wanted to give him a hug and tell him everything would be alright. Eventually, he would fall asleep with the thoughts of the kid’s wellbeing ceaselessly swarming inside his head. [Read more] |