Raviel the Phantom

I have seen many people talk about it. I thought I had a sure-fire way of of beating this fiery gym leader, but sadly it does not work. FYI I do not have the TM for rain dance. My team is as follows: Charizard Lv 69 -Air Slash -Flamethrower -Scary Face -Rock Smash Luxray Lv 66 -Wild Charge -Spark -Discharge -Strength Kingdra Lv 67 -Surf -Dragon Pulse -Agility -Dragon Dance Metagross Lv 69 -Meteor Mash -Zen Headbutt -Bullet Punch -Hammer Arm Zoroark Lv 66 -Night Daze -Foul Play -U-Turn -Night Slash Florges Lv 67 -Moonblast -Petal Dance -Wish -Aromatherapy

Please be advised that the following story contains gifts of an adult nature. The following story is meant to be humorous, a personal collection of my own family tradition. If anyone would care to help me edit it for a writing contest due on Christmas Eve, I would appreciate it. The Great Christmas War Christmas. It is a time for family and friends. Many of us have traditions in our families, from Secret Santa to Christmas Dinner over at Uncle Bob’s house. Well, it may not be that basic, but we all have one. There is something special we do with those we care about during this time of year. And then there is my family. Do not be mistaken, I could not ask for a better family. In fact that is what makes our Christmas tradition so fantastic. Our tradition started about six years ago, and looks like it is here for the long haul. Each year, a few of us exchange gifts with the sole purpose of utterly humiliating each other. These gifts have never been tame. While other families would be mortified to see these gifts out in the open, mine simply laughs hysterically. It makes it all the better. Everything is fair game. No punches have ever been pulled. It is a battle each year to make the family doubled, gasping for air from laughing. And of course, leaving the recipient as red as a tomato. Ladies and gentlemen, for your entertainment, here is the past five years of my family’s “Christmas Gag Gift War”. The names have not been changed, the gifts uncensored. My family is filled with adults, and this has adult material. The stories are not for the faint of heart. You may die of laughter. A Doll’s House It all began on a wintry day in December. My high school sweetheart, Caitlin, and I walked up the steps to my Aunt Sue’s house to celebrate Christmas. It was a tradition to go to her house to exchange gifts. It had been that way since I could remember. I had just finished my first semester college, and it was good to be home. Caitlin and I walked into the living room, and a bizarre gift caught my eye. It stood nearly as tall as me. And whoever wrapped it must have gone through about three different rolls of wrapping paper and about a thing of scotch tape. Before I could ask who did it, I got my answer by the big grin on my Cousin Ben’s face. Ben is a year younger than me, and was almost done with high school at the time. I asked him who it was for, and to my surprise it was me. A million thoughts buzzed into my brain, trying to figure out what it was. Well I figured I would find out soon enough so I put it away quickly, decided to eat and talk to my aunts and uncles. After an hour or so, we all gathered into the living room to exchange gifts. Ben immediately blocked his gift to me, saying that it had to be last. The family figured it was okay, and went about the exchange like we did every year prior. People got the usual: books, clothes, and cash. Same as always. Then it was done to that oddball gift he got me. I had to stand up in order to pull the wrapping off. The first thing that popped out was a blonde head. Pulling a bit more at my cousin’s fantastic giftwrapping, I found a doll looking back at me with a big surprised look on her face. I knew immediately what it was. So did all my aunts uncles, and my parents. Ben insisted that I kept unwrapping it. The living room began to fill with hooting and laughing. As I continued to reveal more of the doll, it only got louder. There before me stood a naked blow up doll with a little note taped to the nape of her neck. For those lonely nights at Penn State To make it worse, Ben had decided that it would be funny to write CAITLIN in big black marker across the doll’s chest. I looked over to my girlfriend, and saw that her face was buried in her hands. I could not tell if she was laughing or just embarrassed; probably both. By now my whole family was in tears. Ben had a big grin across his face while he laughed like a hyena. My Cousin Tina pushed through the crowd with something in hand. I could not tell what it was until she placed on the doll’s head. It was a brunette wig. Caitlin was a brunette, and now CAITLIN was too. My face turned another shade redder while my family was doubled over holding their sides. To be fair, though, I was laughing too. Caitlin, on the other hand, was blushing more than me. Poor girl, I think my family traumatized her. It was some sort of miracle that she did not break up with me. So once everyone settled down, CAITLIN was placed in the corner to remind I had a new friend to take up to school. The next day, I tossed that doll in the trash. Striptease Christmas Around October the following year, my Uncle Bill, Ben’s father, told me an interesting story about his son. Ben had gotten a job as a bar tender over the summer at a bar near his house. One night, a bachelorette party came in for drinks. Apparently the women liked the fact that my cousin had been working out all summer to get ready for baseball in college. One thing led to another, leaving Ben shirtless and doing pushups while the bride-to-be sat on his back. My Uncle Bill made fun of Ben for a few weeks after that, calling him a stripper. That is when it hit me, the perfect plot for revenge. I had not forgotten about that doll from last year, and this was a chance to get even with my cousin. While I was busy studying up at Penn State, I spent my downtime plotting the perfect gift to get my payback. If my cousin wanted to be a stripper, then it would be good for him to get all the proper equipment. Once again it was Christmas time. Caitlin and I walked up to the front door of my Aunt Sue’s house. She held a box while a large pole-shaped gift was tucked under my arm. We entered and quietly put the gifts by the tree. Unlike my loudmouth cousin, I decided it would be better to blindside him with this gift. After an hour of mingling, we gathered in the living room to open up the gifts. I made sure that his gift was last to be picked. Bed was not all that surprised that I got him something. I guess he anticipated I would try to get him back for the doll. He opened the box first, which I mockingly wrapped up just like the doll was last year. Opening it, he pulled out a Chip n’ Dale calendar and a G-String. My family started howling, especially my Uncle Bill. Before anyone could settle down, I handed him the second part of his gift. Tearing away the paper, a long metal pole stood in the middle of the living room. Taped across the length in blocked letters was “MY FIRST STRIPPER POLE”. The room erupted with laughter. I was in tears when I saw the look on Ben’s face. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and what better time than Christmas. A Gift for Two Another year passed and it was Christmas once again. It almost meant another year for our Christmas War to continue. Unfortunately for me, I had been slacking on the gift ideas. Final exams and term papers kept me preoccupied. I was hoping that Ben had learned his lesson, and that there would be no pranks this year. Sadly, I was wrong. Oh so horribly wrong. Like every year Caitlin and I arrived late to my aunt’s house. We had a bit of insanity at her house, but that would be better left to another story. By the time we got there, most of the gifts had already been exchanged, leaving just the grand finale of the usual trade between Ben and myself. That is when a shocking twist turned occurred in our little battle. Ben handed me a large bag, but said it was for me and Caitlin. She and I looked at each other, knowing that this could not be good. Nevertheless, we sat down in the only spot available. It just so happened to be front and center for everyone in the living room to get a good look at our gifts. My Aunt Mary Jane sat right next to us with a camera ready. Now it was not like Ben had told anyone, but he had been spending a part of the night letting everyone know it was a gift not meant to be missed. Side by side, Caitlin and I pulled a bunch of items all wrapped up from the bag. I went first, ripping the gift free from the wrapping paper. The gift that I held was a special kit used to tie up someone for…let us say adult purposes. Meanwhile Caitlin opened a package of nipple tassels. Mind you she is rather…chesty. So the gift was even more embarrassing. We were both red as a stocking, but our torment was not finished yet. There were two more gifts, we each took one. I ignored the laughing from everyone, while I opened my gift to find a festive book of Christmas Karma Sutra. It was not as bad as the first two gifts. Sadly though, neither of us knew that the grand finale was about to be opened. Caitlin pulled the colorful paper slowly away. She saw a note taped to the side of the gift that read, “For a little help”. Sitting on her lap was a pink vibrator. I thought she was going to die of embarrassment. My family was no help, most of them having trouble breathing from all the laughter. Then my Aunt Mary Jane lifted her camera and took a few pictures of our horrified faces. They are in a collage at her house to this day. Needless to say, Ben got the better of us that year. However, he made a crucial error. He dragged Caitlin into this, giving me a powerful weapon. She was mortified. Now, she wanted revenge. Rubber Tree Despite our desire for revenge, our creativity ran dry the following year. Ben had been on his best behavior, so no funny stories for us to exploit. It was turning out to be difficult to come up with a gift that would top his from the year before. I was going to give up on the whole war and call a truce. That is when fate stepped in. A week before Christmas, Caitlin and I were walking through a crafts store looking for decorations. Some of the stuff was already on clearance, so we decided to look for stuff there. Walking up and down the aisles, we looked at all the items. There was nothing out of the ordinary, until something caught my eye. Sitting on a shelf was a fake evergreen tree, about three feet tall. It was really nice looking, but surprisingly cheap. At first, I was planning on getting it for myself. That is, until a lightbulb went off in my head. Ben had always been single. He also liked to brag about that fact, telling about all the girls he got to meet at bars. With that thought running through my head, I decided to make use of the tree for a more nefarious purpose. It would be a festive gift that while not as mortifying as last year, would be a blow to his ego. That Christmas came the same old trip to my Aunt Sue’s house. I had wrapped the tree and arrived a bit late from Caitlin’s house. There was no insanity this year. Dinner just ran late. Regardless, we were late and the gifts had already been exchanged. I walked right up to Ben who was sitting on the couch, and placed the gift right in front of him. I told him to open it, despite the fact that no one was watching. He did and revealed the tree. It was covered with colorful blue ornaments with a blue star cut out of cardboard taped on top. It caught my Aunt Mary Jane’s attention, as she called over my other aunts and uncles. Everyone started to compliment the colorful tree and the creativity. Meanwhile, Ben was absolutely confused by the gift, until he realized what the blue ornaments were. They were condoms. The tree was filled with them. And that beautiful star that was being admired had the name TROJAN written across it. I used the box to make it. Suddenly, a hush fell over the room. Everyone began to realize what the tree actually was. My Aunt Mary Jane, who had been taking pictures of it, lowered the camera. She just stared at it. My other cousins were laughing hysterically, but not from Ben’s reaction or the gift. It was from the reaction of all our aunts and uncles. Unintentionally, I had pranked every one of them. Though Caitlin and I did not get our revenge, we did manage to blindside my entire family. So I guess I will calk that up as a win. Their First Time I thought the condom tree would be the last year of the wars. After that, Ben and I decide to call a ceasefire on the pranking gifts. To be honest, neither of us had any more good ideas for gifts. The ones we did come up with were already used, just a tad different. It worked out. This way we could work on just getting gifts for loved ones. Sure it was not going to be same anymore, but hey, what are you gonna do? Well I suppose that some deity enjoyed our gifts, because fate intervened one again. An opportunity presented itself to me that I could not pass up. While Christmas shopping, I took a stop by the mall, and swung into a place called Spencer’s. For those who do not know what that is, it would be best described as a college student’s paradise. Among the shot glasses and funny t-shirts, there are the adult items in the back. Walking through the store, a few of these items made me laugh. One in particular jumped out as an amazingly funny gift for another cousin of mine. My Cousin Abby, Ben’s younger sister, would be a perfect target. And the fact that she had a boyfriend would make it a fair game. Once more it was Christmas. At my Aunt Sue’s house we gathered and exchanged gifts like usual. Toward the end of it, I turned to Abby and Nate with a wrapped box in hand. Thinking that it was just a simple gift from a nice cousin, they opened it. Abby pulled out her gift and the room burst with laughter. In her hand was a riding crop. Now what makes this gift especially titillating is that Abby has always been fond of horses and horseback riding. Of course, this crop was meant to be used on Nate. Speaking of which, it was now his turn for him to open his gift. I decided to go with the classics, as he held a pair of handcuffs in one hand and a ball gag in the other. For a nice twist, though, I added a message saying, “These are meant for you”. Nate smiled weakly while Abby laughed. Everyone enjoyed the tradition continuing. The look on their faces was priceless. I do hope that it does not come back to bite me. Sneak Peak For five years now, we have been doing this crazy tradition. Completely humiliating, but still a lot of fun. Well it is Christmas again, meaning for the tradition to continue. Sadly, I will not able to share what happens this year, but I will be nice and share with you what I have in store. First, I need to mention that there have been some developments over the past year. Caitlin and I are now engaged, meaning that there are tons of new ways we can be attacked. Ben finally has a girlfriend, a nice girl named Megan. Unfortunately for him, and for her, this means that our ceasefire is officially over. Caitlin and I have been waiting for this to happen. Revenge will be ours. I am sure he is aware of it, because he has hinted of getting us something too. With Abby and Nate on the other side, we have a war on two fronts. It is going to be exciting! Now it is onto this year’s gifts. Caitlin and I have decided not to go out and spend a lot on these gifts, taking the old fashioned approach of making them instead. A new story about Ben has inspired his gift. As it was told, Ben had yet another bachelorette party. One thing led to another, and he ended up wearing nothing but a red solo cup. I do not know how it happened, nor do I want to know. However, it does present a wonderful opportunity. We have made him a red solo cup thong for him. And to make sure Megan does not feel left out, we have a matching bikini top. Abby and Nate’s gift needs a bit of explaining. Both of them are fans of the Game of Thrones series. She even got me reading the books. Another thing worth mentioning is that Abby has a sword collection, and Nate is a flat out nerd. For their gift I made them a wooden sword. Ordinarily that is not a gag gift. But after you make a few modifications, the sword ends up looking like a giant wooden penis. I have appropriately dubbed the phallic weapon “Morning Wood!” I do hope my family enjoys the gifts.

I thought of the bird, but it is useless even to be used for fun. Besides Snorlax is like the jolly fat elf a bit. Too bad his shiny isn't red. I would consider Delibird if it had a Mega Evolution. Maybe in Z.

So I made a team based on if Santa was a bunch of Pokemon. It is a bit goofy, but would like some thoughts to it. Blitzen (Sawsbuck) (M) @ Life Orb Ability: Sap Sipper EVs: 252 Atk / 4 SpD / 252 Spe Jolly Nature - Horn Leech - Return - Swords Dance - Substitute Donner (Stantler) (M) @ Life Orb Ability: Intimidate EVs: 4 HP / 252 Atk / 252 SpD Adamant Nature - Double-Edge - Sucker Punch - Earthquake - Toxic Frosty (Abomasnow) (M) @ Abomasite Ability: Soundproof EVs: 8 HP / 84 Atk / 252 SpA / 164 Spe Mild Nature - Blizzard - Giga Drain - Ice Shard - Earthquake Santa's Little Helper (Kyurem-Black) @ Choice Scarf Ability: Teravolt EVs: 252 Atk / 32 SpA / 224 Spe Naughty Nature - Outrage - Fusion Bolt - Dragon Claw - Ice Beam Mrs. Claus (Jynx) @ Choice Scarf Ability: Dry Skin EVs: 252 SpA / 4 SpD / 252 Spe Modest Nature - Ice Beam - Psychic - Focus Blast - Trick Santa Claus (Snorlax) (M) @ Assault Vest Ability: Thick Fat EVs: 252 Atk / 252 Def / 4 SpD Adamant Nature - Return - Earthquake - Fire Punch - Pursuit

Was not sure where else to put this. Any who, I love Christmas time, especially the stories. And I thought it would be fun to parody one of my favorites after Pokemon with a little Reborn thrown in. 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, when all through the site Not a creature was stirring, no Duckletts took flight. The Pokeballs were hung, by the chimney with care In hopes that Saint Snorlax soon would be there. The members were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Pokemon danced in their heads. And Ame lied down with her Christmassy cap Had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, She sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window she flew like a flash Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to her wondering eye came amuck But a enormous slay, pulled by eight winter Sawsbucks With the Normal-Type driver, with his under bite maw She knew it was Santa Snorlax, holding a quick claw. More rapid than ealges, his courses they came And he grunted, and yawned, and called them by name! "Snorlax, snor snor! Snor Snorlax snor! (Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and vixen) "Snor Snorlax Snorlax Snor! Snor snor snor! (On, Comet! On Cupid, on, Donner and Blitzen!) Snoooooooooooooor! (To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!) Snorlaaaaaaax! (Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!) Though none had wings, they managed to use Fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the courses they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Snorlax too. And then, in a twinkling, Ame heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each Sawsbuck hoof. Ass he drew in her head, to the fireplace she dashed, Down the chimney St. Snorlax came with a crash He was covered in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of Toys he had tied to his back, And he looked like a trainer, just opening his pack. His eyes, they were shut! His smile how merry! His cheeks were plump! But no nose, how scary! His droll big mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. Bits of old Puffins were stuck in his teeth, And the fur collar of his coat wrapped around like a wreath. He had a wide face, and a big round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly! He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old mon Which Ame would've captured, but her balls were all gone. A scratch of his belly and a bow of his head, Soon gave Ame to know she had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger where all his food goes, And giving a loud yawn, up the chimney he rose! He Rollout to his sleigh, to his team gave Growl The Sawsbucks took off, but his weight made them scowl Ame turned to the readers who come to this site, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!"

Mine was playing Outlast, with a bunch of my friends watching. Trapped in the corner by Walker (The big dude) and hiding, I just said screw it and charged right past him. Friends screaming at me that I was an idiot.

Gyrados with Lightning Rod Mega Camerupt with Water Absorb Escavalier knowing Trick Room

I just checked the obtainable list and saw some new Pokemon. Riolu is back yay! I've been waiting to start over when this episode came out.

That kids will believe anything you tell them. Nephew thinks I captured a monster and stuffed it in my closet. Haha...I'm awful.

Wonder Guard Mega Sableye Speed Boost/Tough Claws Dragonite Levitate Any Pure Electric Type Sturdy Shedinja Magic Guard Charizard (No more Stealth Rock death)

For those who have played ORAS, the mascots are able to undergo a transformation known as Primal Reversion. The ability allows Groudon and Kyogre to tap into powers that were once lost. With this idea in mind, it would be assumed that all Prehistoric Pokemon have power lost to them due to fossilization. If it is true, then perhaps one day all Prehistoric Pokemon will be able to restore their true strength with Primal Reversion. Which Pokemon would you like to see have Primal Reversion? I think Kabutops, Tyrantrum, and Genesect are due to have their strength returned. Perhaps it would remove their rock-type for something else.

I started playing for a number of reasons. Firstly, Pokemon Red and Blue came out and it was the "thing" everyone played. I loved the challenges, picking pokemon and not knowing anything about them, and what they became (You should have seen my face when Magikarp evolved into Gyrados). I was excited to play Silver when it came out, saved up for months ahead of time. After that I kinda went away, thought I was too old for it. But then one fateful day working at a grocery store, a child threw a tantrum and tossed his Pokemon Emerald in the trash. I curiously retrieved it and my passion was ignited agian, though for different reasons. I love the storylines, the new Pokemon, the strategy needed to overcome the gym leaders and Elite Four.

Name: Raviel, the Iron Monger. Region: N/A (Maybe Reborn) Chamber: The player enters by stepping directly onto a giant gear. Once the doors close, two other gears appear on either side, their teeth smash into the one at the player's feet. Sparks fly as the gears grind, sending the player rocketing upwards into the main chamber. The chamber itself has the appearance of a factory. Gears spin like clockwork, while other machines work on assembly lines. At the rear of the chamber is a throne that is designed to look like a sword in the stone. Elite Four: A young man with dark hair, a few strands spiked outward. His eyes are a cold gray. Metal wraps around his upper torso, following his right arm in a gauntlet, a few spikes for esthetics. The cloth of his attire is a red coat and black pants. A silver belt houses his Pokeballs. "Greetings challenger. Ever since I was a child, I always loved the look of metal. It can bend to your will, adapt to the environment. My passion for steel carried over to my Pokemon. Steel types are powerful. They can be your greatest defense, or your most devastating blade. My team will make sure that you remember that." The Team Aggron Ability: Sturdy. Item: Weakness Policy Automatize Heavy Slam Rock Slide Earthquake Aegislash Ability: Stance Change. Item: Leftovers King's Shield Iron Head Swords Dance Shadow Sneak Magnezone Ability: Sturdy. Item: Air Balloon Thunderbolt Flash Cannon Thunder Wave Mirror Coat Empoleon Ability: Torrent. Item: Quick Claw Agility Surf Flash Cannon Ice Beam Bisharp Ability: Defiant. Item: Dark Gem Iron Head Night Slash Sucker Punch X-Scissor Metagross (Ace) Ability: Clear Body. Item: Metagrossite Zen Headbutt Meteor Mash Agility Hammer Arm

Well I completely forgot to pick up a code for Diancie and have been wanting that rock/fair for a long time, especially since it mega-evolves. I am looking for someone to trade with. I have a bunch of shinies and a ton of legendaries. Name it and I'll try and get it.

So I have begun a Kickstarter campaign to create a YouTube channel to teach Physics to viewers using video games. Of course being a Pokemon nut, I think that a number of problems will involve the game engine. For instance, what would be the minimum pushing Force your Pokemon would need to push those pesky boulders out of the way? Anyways, this is a way to get the idea started. I'd appreciate any help and be extremely thankful for it. https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1486445462/game-physics?ref=nav_search

Chapter 3: Beginning Journey "Great job, now finish it up with tackle!" Raviel yells to his starter triumphantly. The turtle Pokemon, Squirtle, curls up into its shell and launches itself at its opponent. The spiky rabbit like Nidoran male tumbles to the ground, eyes spinning. On the other side of the field, a feminine boy looking every bit defeated. He stamps his feet, causing the boots to make thumping sounds on the concrete. Soon enough he gets his composure back, flicking back his long violate hair. "My oh my, cute and strong," Cain muses. "Don't get distracted," Victoria shouts at both of them. Squirtle gets knocked down from behind. An orange pig thumps it to the ground, snorting smoke through its nostrils. Raviel looks to his second opponent, who stayed back while he fought the Nidoran. Unlike the Tepig, his Squirtle is a bit worn out from battle. "Don't give in, Squirtle," Raviel shouts at his shelled companion. "Let's show her your new move." Victoria looks at him oddly, "New move? What new move?" "Shoot him off with Water Gun!" Squirtle pops its head out of the shell, and blasts Tepig with a stream of water. The Fire-Type finds the attack to be Super Effective, falling down defeated. Both Victoria and Cain are defeated, leaving Squirtle and Raviel the winner. "Wow, what a battle," Raviel says, relieved. "Yeah," Cain walks up to him, "When you suggested a 3-way, I was hoping for something a bit more intimate, but this was fun too." "Do I even want to know?" Victoria asks. "Forget about it," Cain shrugs with a smile. "Anywho, I'll leave you two alone, in bask in the afterglow together." Twirling on his heel, the pretty boy walks off to who-knows-where. Victoria turns to Raviel and says, "Come on, let's go heal up." Some time after, the two of them are back on the streets of Reborn together, Victoria giving a small tour of the desolate town. Buildings falling into ruin surround them, and beggars are in equal supply. "What a horrifc place to live," Raviel says solemly. "Yeah," she answers, but hopes to change the subject, "So, anyways, why did you pick Squirtle?" "Why do you want to know?" he questions her. "Just asking," Victoria speaks defensively. "I picked Tepig because I know he'll become a powerful fighting type that will hopefully be strong enough to beat my master." "Oh you mean Kiki?" Raviel questions, remembering her mention the name. "Yeah, the fighting gym leader," Victoria says. "Ah I see," Raviel stays silent for a moment, "I chose Squirtle, because my brother started out with one." "You have a brother?" "Had," he emphasizes, gritting his teeth. "...So anyways, I'm gonna head off on my own, thanks for letting me tag along for a while." "You okay?" Victoria reaches for him. He pulls just out of reach, hastening his step, disappearing into the city.

I hope you heal quickly and make a full recovery. It is ashame to hear this, because I'm all too familiar with this scenario. Two of my family members, on two seperate occasions, have experienced this exact situation. And I hope that guy/girl who did this to you is paying for what he did.

The Game of Thrones books. I'm only half way through the third one.

In my play through I have a Trapinch with Sheer Force. She's at level 41 right now with an everstone on her. I kept her at Trapinch so she doesn't lose her high ATK for very long when she evolves into Vibrava then to Flygon. Now, would it be smart to wait until level 55 when Trapinch learns Earthquake? Or should I just stick with Bulldoze or Dig?

Well if you are from the United States, like myself, then this is a rather simple issue. Latinos, as well as anyone coming into the country illegally is slight problem that seems to be more blown up by the media than anything else. The threat that they are taking "our jobs" is a flat out lie. This is especially true when legal citizens were given the chance to do the jobs illegals did. They did not do them. Now, is there a problem with those causing crime? Yes. I believe they should be immediately deported the moment they are arrested in that sense. Otherwise give those here illegally a chance to become citizens. Now for Arabs, or more accurately, Saudi Arabians, there is nothing wrong with them. One of my closest friends in college was from Saudi Arabia, and I am glad I got to know him. I was able to learn much about his culture. Simply put, only the extremists are the problem. Just like with anything like religion or political views, extremists are and always will be a plague on humanity.

Thought up a few more: Poison/Fairy (Something corrupted) Dark/Fairy (Same thing) Steel/Fighting (A knightly Pokemon, and all we have is Lucario) Water/Fire (Should have an ability that boosts Scald)* Normal/Psychic (Worked great for girafarig, need another one) Normal/Steel (Sure, 4x weak to fighting, but so was Aggron. Just give it sturdy) Grass/Fire (Something Halloweeny wouldbe amazing. Should be an alternate evolution of Pumpkaboo)* *Should make these starter evolutions for gen 7, along with a Grass/Water type.

I'm near a point where I can get either of the Steel-Types I've been considering. The trouble is, I am not sure which one is the right pick for the team. These options, of course, are Steelix and Aggron. To give you guys perspective, this is my team/desired team: Charizard -Special Attacker Gothitelle -Special Attacker Luxray -Physical Attacker -Kingdra (Hopeful) Special Attacker Also if there are any future steel types you might think would be a better fit my team, let me know. Also my Pokemon are balanced to take and receive hits, so a wall or sweeper works for me.

So I've noticed there are cameras (At least that's what I think they are) in almost every single building. Is someone spying on us, or am I just crazy. And if it is part of the plot just say it is, and I'll shut up.

Forum Name: Raviel the Phantom Length of time on Reborn: 2 months Favorite game genre: Fantasy/Horror Notable skills: Critical Thinking, Engineering, Robotics Hobbies: Drawing, Writing, Hunting, Fencing Best Trait: Great Problem Solver Worst Trait: Overly Cautious Describe yourself in one sentence, long or short it doesn't matter: A tactical thinker with a plethora of knowledge in all sorts of topics. Why we should pick you to play Survivor Reborn: I am the kind of person that thrives at surviving, alway staying one step ahead of my opponent(s).

I would get rid of the Swoobat and Liepard. With Delphox you already have a Psychic-type and Liepard does not seem to cut it in higher levels. Perhaps you could train up that Phanpy for a Donphan and Earthquake; or some Ground-Type with Earthquake. And perhaps you throw in a Steel-Type. Steel is versatile and help against any rogue fairies.