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01/04/09(Sun)15:31 No.3314536>>3314531
"Fuck," one of my friends muttured under their breath. I snapped out of my trance. I looked around. Most of the people there were in a similar state to my own, watching unblinkingly, mouths agape but seemingly unable to believe their eyes. The Pokemon who could understand what was going on, the evolved ones and the psychic types, were in a similar state. I hadn't ever understood just what kind of emotions a Pokemon was capable of until that day. The sorrow in their eyes, the inflections in their voices as they muttered their names under their breaths. The less-sentient Pokemon still realized that something terrible had happened, and tried to comfort their masters. There was this one woman, Julia, who worked in my department. She had collapsed onto the floor, sobbing like a baby. I learned later that she had family that died in the towers. Her Eevee, Mittens, was nuzzling her, calling at her, trying dozens of things to improve her mood until it just gave up and curled up into her arms.
They stopped the newsreel soon after that, and the newsreader said that a tape claiming responsibility had just aired on middle eastern television. They cut to it, and I saw the face of a certain man. A face that would soon become familiar to nearly every person and Pokemon in the world. He was still cloaked in shadow, and flanked by both men with assault rifles and the meanest looking Scyther I'd seen in my life. He started speaking in Arabic, and soon a translator cut in.
"My name is Osama bin-Laden Al-Javanni," the voice over said, as the man stroked his Persian on the screen, "and today Team Rocket claims a great victory in the war against the Great Satan."
They stopped him after another minute or two. President Gore was about to make his first official statement, and what he said started a new era in American history... |
