Our old universe has
fallen into impossible chaos and destruction, but the Legendaries will save us; are saving us; have saved us. Soon many lives and memories will fill this new world, and give it purpose.


Terrene continues to heat
up, both in temperature and in conflict. Beta is asking for spies to infiltrate Omega's camp, while Dentelle simply wants to inquire after the scientist's progress. Later in the season, Beta is hosting his annual crater city tournament, where people can test their Pokemon and their leadership and strategies against one another.


Summer will be here until
September. The heat of summer is here in full force, as well as the accompanying summer thunderstorms. Bug, electric, and fire types all thrive while others wilt under these conditions.







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Yesterday at 01:49 am
Kendon looked around the market, searching for a vendor that might have what he needed. He needed a source of income, and soon; the meager tokens he had arrived if wouldn't last for much longer. Initially, he had considered doing odd jobs around the town -- things like delivering items, helping out on ranches, and the like -- but ultimately had decided that that would be too much human interaction for his comfort. Crafting seemed like a good way to do that (and would also allow him to bond a bit more with Turk). Of course, in order to produce something one needed the proper materials and tools with which to make it, and that required a bit of spending.

The phrase, "You've got to spend money to make money", popped up in his head, and while it applied to his current situation he really wish it didn't. He'd much rather be saving his money for food and shelter. Regardless, the recent immigrant knew what needed to be done, and walked toward one of the stores with Turk at his side. This particular merchant seemed busy at the moment, carrying out a transaction with another customer. Rather than be caught standing around awkwardly, Kendon pretended to browse some of the wares on display (the smeargle, in particular, took considerable interest in the specialty balls). Once the vendor was free, the young man walked up as casually as he was capable of.

"Erm, excuse... excuse me?" Kendon addressed the shopkeeper and attempted to smile. "How much are the... uh... the woodworking tools? I'd like to buy, um, a set."

Noticing Turk studying the colorfully designed pokeballs, the writer added onto his request, "And, um, sorry, but... how much are those balls? These nice ones my pokemon is looking at..."
Jun 15 2018, 10:02 PM
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So, uh, I sort of wrote the tale within a narrative frame, but there’s no need to include it if you just want the tale itself! It passes the word minimum regardless.

I’ve really liked staryu and starmie for some time, so I wanted to center my tale around them. The idea that they come from outer space intrigues me, and I wanted to expand on that further. Plus, since I already did a pokemon origin last time, I thought I'd also add in an explanation-of-nature story (I forget the actual term). So I thought, hey, let's say they're fallen stars, and that stars blink and move because they miss them.

In the middle of writing it I realized that I needed an actual reason for why the stars fell in the first place, and that the story as it was probably wouldn't reach the word minimum. After some time walking around aimlessly, I finally received a flash of inspiration, and the story took sort of a different turn than I had expected and, well, it evolved into something beyond staryu and starmie. (Incidentally, what was initially a throwaway line became a key plot point, haha).

(Also, credit to Saint Judas for some of my inspiration!)

I hope you enjoy it! also I’m very creative with my thread names

It’s a cold, winter night. The wind is howling ominously as snow piles up against a cabin. Inside, an old woman tends to a fire in an effort to stay warm. Across the room, two young children and a cleffa are staring at the sky with their heads out the window. The old woman scolds them for opening up the shutters, and bids them to join her by the hearth. They quickly listen, shutting the window and running towards their grandmother. She wraps them each in a woolen quilt, the cleffa hopping up into the young ones' laps, then settles down in her own chair. A vulpix curls up at her feet.

“Nana, why do stars blink?” One of the children, a girl, asks.

“Oh! Oh! And why do they move?!” Asks the other, this one a boy. “Sometimes when I look at them they’re different than before!!”

The old woman stares at the dancing flames, silently, for several seconds before answering with her own question. “How many stars do you think there are?”

“I think maybe a hundred!” the boy answers immediately.

“There’s a lot more than that,” the girl corrects, matter-of-factly, “There’s got to be at least a thousand!”

Slowly, the woman nods. “Indeed. However… there used to be many more than that.”

Both children gasp in shock, leaning forward in interest.


“How many were there?!”

“Hush. Lower your voices, children, and lean back. It’s quite a long story…”

QUOTE (Old Woman)
Long ago, long before any humans were brought to this land, there was only the earth, the sea, and the sky. As you know, pokemon lived on the earth and in the sea, but in the sky—

“Was it the stars?!”

“Quiet! Let her tell the story!!”

“Thank you, dear. Yes, it was the stars.”

…In the sky lived the stars, along with their father, the Sun, and their mother, the Moon. They all loved each other very much, and their family was so large that their light filled the entire sky. What we now know as night did not exist, for back then darkness was found only in the shade of trees and the depths of caves. Because of this, demons were not as present, either; only a handful of them lived in each corner of the land.

And yet, this era of light was not meant to last. The demons were not content with their circumstances, believing it unfair for the darkness, their home and their source of power, to be so outweighed and outnumbered. They gathered together in secret, in the deepest of shadows so as not to be discovered, devising a plan to take out the light. It would be difficult, and they stood no chance in a head-to-head battle, but more than any other type these dark pokemon specialized in trickery and deception. After many, many arguments, and several of which escalated into physical scuffles (it is no secret that demons enjoy fighting of any kind), they finally all came to agreement as to how they should proceed.

They called on the most skilled of their kind, the zorua and zoroark, to use their illusive abilities to lure the stars down to earth. Knowing that their normal appearances might alert the more experienced Sun and Moon, the illusionists disguised themselves as creatures of the light, spread out across the continent, and, once in position, began singing sweet songs to the stars above about the fun, joy, and freedom of frolicking on land:

Shiny, shiny, stars so bright,
You lot make a sorry sight!
Cooped up high, with naught to do,
We just want to play with you!

Won’t you join us on the ground?
Sing and dance and jump around?
Stay at home, up in the sky;
All the fun will pass you by!

Join us, join us, if you wish,
Fly with birds and swim with fish,
Run across the hills and fields,
Pick and eat what nature yields!

Lovely, lovely stars so bright,
Won’t you bless us with your light?
Come with us, you won’t feel blue:
We’ll treat you to something new!

Having known nothing but their parents' benevolence, a good number of the stars leaped down without hesitation. They often watched the activities of those below, and jumped at the chance to participate themselves. Some landed in the water, some landed among the mountains, and some landed on the grassy plains; but wherever they landed, a demon waited for them in disguise. For days, weeks, months, they kept up their ruse, playing with the fallen stars for as long as they could hold their attention. Every game that could be imagined was played. From hide-and-go-seek to tag, the demons switched from one game to the next so that the stars would not be allowed to spare a thought toward the consequences.

The more the stars played, the dimmer their lights shone, and it was not long before their bodies began to adapt to their new environments and become pokemon in their own right. Some of them kept their star-like forms, some adopted the appearance of their parents, while a rare few crafted an entirely new image for themselves. Regardless of how different they ended up, one thing remained in common: they were no longer the stars they once had been. Still, the once-stars thought little of their sudden transformations. It made sense to them, that they should blend in with their new friends; moreover, they were incapable of comprehending any sort of lie or ulterior motive. 

Now, there is no doubt that these fallen stars enjoyed their little vacation, and loved interacting with the other pokemon, but, as all things do, it had to come to an end. They grew weary of endless play; more significantly, they longed for the family they had left behind. And so, they bid farewell to their “friends” and attempted to return back home —  only to discover that they were unable to do so. Whether it was because they looked so different, or no longer shone as bright, or had been doomed the moment they had left the sky, they had no way of knowing; in any case, they cared less for the reason why and more about how to remedy the situation. They turned to their companions for help, but by then the demons had receded back into the shadows, their purpose having been completed.

Confused and heartbroken, the fallen stars called out towards their family, but even their cries were denied entrance to the heavens. Their voices, while heard and acknowledged, had been altered so greatly they no longer could be understood. And though the Sun and Moon recognized the plight their children were in, they could no longer assist them, their divine protection having disappeared along with their original faces. Aware of the extent of their children’s recent, drastic changes, the parents realized they were gone for good, and cried for their loss.  Had they known that the stars’ departure would be a permanent one, they never would have allowed it. 

If only the demons had understood the full extent of their crimes, if only they had they known the trauma they would cause, if only they had the tiniest glimmer of empathy, perhaps then the demons would have reconsidered, and all this could have been avoided. As it was, the demons’ plot did far more damage than they ever could have anticipated, fracturing not only their adversaries’ hearts but the bonds between them as well. You see, there is no tragedy greater than a parent losing their child, and having lost so many cursed them with a burden they would never be able to recover from. The strain was too much for either the Sun or Moon to handle, and they split apart, two broken individuals unable to pick up each other’s pieces while struggling with their own. Refusing to face each other, but both sill hoping to save their lost children, the parents took turns searching for a solution. The Sun, with his fierce, burning passion, scours the earth in persistent interrogation, and we call this day; the Moon, with a much gentler, soothing disposition, blankets the world in her lamenting song, and we call this night.

The demons flourished underneath the new reign of darkness, and have since spread further across our land. Their domain expanded, and their numbers growing alongside it, these dark-typed pokemon were no longer confined to hide in the shadows of others. They danced in glee, this time without guise; so happy they were with themselves, they openly mocked the beings who once suppressed them, knowing they were now powerless to retaliate. As the demons were free to do as they wish, Terrene became a wilder land, a more frightening land, and the demons began subjecting other pokemon to their torment. Even the former stars, who the demons once played with and called their friends (though, admittedly, that had been a ruse) were made their victims, as if being shackled to the earth was not enough punishment.

I am sorry to say that even the remaining star children did not leave this incident unscathed; despite remaining in the sky, their lights had dimmed considerably, too, as every person gives a piece of themselves to the people they love. They joined their mother in the night, feeling safer under her protection than their father’s rampage. They travel across the evening sky, searching for their loved ones, who despite looking very different were still family to them. Whenever they spot a pokemon they thought might be one of their siblings, they blink brightly; both a signal to the others stars as well as an attempt to reconnect to the fallen ones. Never do they receive a  response, and so they move on, praying that their next venture will be more successful.

Of course, all this happened several lifetimes ago. Those stars that had originally fallen are no longer with us, having moved onto the next life. Some say that they’ve reunited with their family; others believe that they never will be. Whatever the truth may be, you needn’t cry over it — for, though they may have lost their first family, the once-stars made new ones. They embraced the pokemon they had become, giving birth to a new generation, who gave birth to another, and so on. Today, these children of the fallen stars have all but forgotten their heritage. Yet, their connection to the sky remains in some deep, hidden part of themselves. Sometimes, you can catch one staring up at the stars above, who will smile back in return.

As the old woman finishes her story, she studies the faces of her grandchildren. They seem frightened, half-hidden beneath their blanket, while their arms are wrapped tightly around the pokemon on their lap for comfort.

“Th-that’s scary, Nana! I didn’t like the demons part.”

“Y-yeah! What she said! I didn’t know the demons were so mean. And that they — they’re in the shadows!” The boy eyes the dark corners of the room warily.

“You are focusing on the wrong parts, my dears. Yes, there are demons are among us. But don’t forget — so are the stars.” She looks pointedly at the cleffa in their lap.

Immediately, the two children turn to the small, star-shaped pokemon. The fear in their eyes appears to melt away, replaced with awe and wonder. In return, the cleffa beams at them brightly.
Jun 12 2018, 03:26 PM
I love Mimikyu so much, but one thing I've always had an issue was that it only disguises itself as Pikachu in the games (and even hatches with the Pikachu get-up, though I understand why).

I would love to have Mimikyu in Terrene to be able to have costumes as other Pokemon. In the first place, I don't think Terrene would have the same marketing craze for Pikachu as the Suffering Universe did.

I noticed that Mimikyu are rare in Terrene, so I like to think that in the wild, they disguise themselves as whatever species are common in a given area, in an effort to blend in for social and/or survival purposes. Around human settlements, I imagine that they would dress up as Pikachu and other cute Pokemon they notice garner a lot of attention/help from the humans.

Or, alternatively, since Ghosts in Terrene are actually spirits of humans and Pokemon, a Mimikyu might make a costume that resembled its previous appearance (or, in the case of humans, a Pokemon that had been close to them), in order to retain some semblance of identity before their memories disappear.

In my opinion, I think this makes a lot more sense than how they are in the games, and would bring a lot more fun, individuality, and creativity to the Pokemon! But let me know your thoughts on this!

EDIT: If you aren't convinced of how amazing this would be please take a quick peek at this link

Jun 10 2018, 10:29 PM
A day never truly begins until the sun rises from its nightly slumber, and crawls from beneath the sheets of the horizon to wake the rest of the world. There was one pair of individuals, however, who had decided to get a head start, and were currently walking amongst the trees of the Eastern Great Forest. Apparently, they were in no rush to do so, as the pace the two traveled could be compared to a slugma on a cold day. These pedestrians, a smeargle and a human, were wandering in no particular direction (although, the human made sure to keep track of their position so that they would be able to make their way back home). The walk was something of morning ritual, and more so for the pokemon; Turk had the habit of taking off early in the morning without bothering to wake his trainer, and to avoid having to search for the Painter each time Kendon opted to join him instead.

For someone unused to such daily exertion, the human was keeping up considerably well. It helped that Turk was a slow walker, and often like to take pauses as something caught his interest. These walks were the greatest source of inspiration for him, as it allowed him to observe many things in a short span of time. The reason why he walked so early in the day was also of note: sunrise allowed him to view the same scenery in varying lighting, which he found would highlight different aspects of a specific subject’s beauty. He didn’t mind the human tagging along, as he hoped the experience would be beneficial to him, and was very proud to show off one of his artistic processes. He noticed the man didn’t appear to do much drawing outside of communicative purposes, and thought that constant exposure to the forest scenery might spark something within him.

In the human’s defense, there was a bit of a misunderstanding between the pair. While Kendon would not disagree with being called an artist, his primary mode of art was more literary than it was visual. Not that he could blame him; when they had first met the two had bonded over the sketches in his journal. Since then, he had been drawing continuously in an effort to speak to the pokemon. He hadn’t had much time for writing since he had arrived in Terrene. He had had to juggle an abrupt loss of memories on top of a dangerous, new environment. After some frightening encounters with wild pokemon, the young man had been faced with the issue of shelter, food, and income (most of which, unfortunately, he still hadn’t figured out). Now that things had settled down, and the immigrant was more accustomed to his current circumstances, maybe he could allow himself a little break.

“Hey, um, Turk? Mind if we take a break?” Kendon motioned over to a nearby tree and gave his partner a guilty look. They had been walking for about an hour or two and, despite the leisurely pace, the human’s muscles were nearing their limit. The smeargle let out an exasperated huff, slightly annoyed he’d been interrupted, but scanned the surrounding area before giving an approving nod. At least the scenery was still nice enough to provide inspiration. The tree his human had chosen was right next to small, winding stream, just opposite a smallish clearing. A soft light danced upon the water’s surface, leaving ripples and splashes in its wake.

The two artists trod over to the chosen tree and slowly sat down, leaning against its trunk. The pokemon gazed forward, lazily yet perceptively, while the human immediately put his head down as he removed a journal and mechanical pencil from the inside of his jacket. He clicked out some lead, turned to an empty page (and frowned at how far into the book he had gone), and proceeded to write down some thoughts about his partner. If he couldn’t retrieve his old memories, he would at least record his new ones, in case whatever had caused his amnesia struck again. Besides, writing… it helped him parse out his thoughts. They tended to get muddled, whether it was because he was thinking too quickly or thinking about too many things at once, and writing helped to slow things down, bring things into focus.

Several minutes of silence passed before Turk took an interest in what his human was doing. He leaned slightly over to get a better view of the page, straining his neck a couple inches upward. He had always liked Kendon’s drawings, simple as they were. They weren’t particularly inspiring, but they got the point across, and in any case the Painter wasn’t one to sneer at the style of another artist. To his surprise and delight, it appeared that the human had sketched out a picture of the smeargle. To his his surprise and confusion, that wasn’t the only drawing on the page — rows and rows of strange squiggles spanned the paper below his portrait, and even carried onto the next one. He turned his head as he struggled to find some sort of pattern or meaning, but the only thing he was able to grasp was that some of the squiggles looked similar to each other.

He frowned, severely disappointed in the writer. What was he doing? What was the point of these markings, if not to convey a scene or produce a stunning illustration? There was no… no beauty in it at all! To be completely honest, Turk had always been a little jealous of Kendon for owning the book — to be able to carry around a medium on which he could store a number of paintings. On the other hand, the smeargle would always have to leave behind his works of art, or watch it degrade and disappear forever. And yet, the human was filling his canvases with this useless garbage! He slammed his paw on the journal, staring at Kendon accusingly.
May 22 2018, 07:49 PM
Uhhhh.... so instead of being productive and writing up posts, I kinda got sidetracked and got sucked into a rabbit hole and uhhh this is the final product. Just a warning, I can't art to save my life, but I thought it'd be fun to do/have for my rp posts.

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