#30. Load-Bearing Beams and Explosive MagnetsAlright, here's our post-Dad-Beating lineup.
Now to head back to all those routes where items taunted me from behind ponds and stuff.
Oh no, Mr. Briney's gone. He died just the way he lived—being mauled by Wurmples.
There are tons of nice trainers here, just head left and surf north of the Meteor Falls exit.
There's also this little patch of grass . . .
. . . where these little bastards appear.
Huh . . . I wonder if the cops busted him yet.
Not really, but eh. You gave me snacks last time. It's my one flaw.
Fuck dude, it was a stupid switch puzzle and you filled it with schoolchildren. It wasn't that tough.
See, you need to fill it with Like Likes or Stalfos or some shit, that'd really fuck some people's days up.
Wooo, I guess. It does look kinda cool.
Luckily I found one in the Trick House.
Woohoo! Barely-But-Still-Underage gambling ahoy!
Damn you youngsters and your slang.
. . . you aren't from Oakland are you? :I
What if I didn't have Surf? What then Wattson? What then?
Here's the entrance to New Mauville since some of you said you didn't know about it. Fucking hole in the ground, you'd think they'd at least construct a load-bearing archway or something.
It's suddenly dawned on me. I don't know what a fucking generator LOOKS LIKE.
Oh look a Poké Ball.
OH GODDAMMIT. VOLTORBS. HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN?!
Oooooh, no. I'm not falling for that again . . .
Oh . . .
Hmm, that means this one's probably the explosive . . .
Take one for the team Crinoidea!
You asshole, you didn't tell me it was packed with explosives.
Now to unleash vengeance on the electric spheres!
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