08-16-2010, 02:44 PM
The new Pokebal was green, with pink hearts on it, showing his love to the new Pokemon. He would look down at her and toss the ball at her body, gently of course. It would touch her shoulder and open up, before turning the psychic into energy and bringing her into the pokeball. "Pokeball, go," he chuckled.
((YEAH! I GOT....A SEX SLAVE!))
((YEAH! I GOT....A SEX SLAVE!))
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.