User blog:Mrdaimion/Scarlet Blood - A Emerald Storylocke by Mrdaimion

Hello. One day, I woke up on wiki, and saw all of these losers Nuzlockeing... Like losers. However, since I'm obviously better then everyone else, I decided to do one myself... but in story form. Now, I'm gonna show everyone how a pro does a Nuzlocke.

(For the record, though, I actually do pretty much have way more experience Nuzlocking then most of you- I'm not that great at it, but I do have experience. :b)

Rules
1) If a Pokemon dies, it gets stuck in the "Dead" box and I'm not allowed to use it again.

2) I can only catch the first Pokemon I see in a route.

2a) Dupeclause is on (if I run into a Pokemon I already own, I can just catch the next Pokemon I see instead to keep my team interesting)

2b) Shinyclause is on (If I see a Shiny Pokemon, I can catch it whether or not it's the first one I saw.)

3) I have to nickname every Pokemon I find (most Nicknames will probably suck for the record, though).

4) I'm not allowed to grind up to 5 levels higher then the next gym's strongest Pokemon.

Chapter One
"Darling! We're heeeere!" I heard my mom's voice ring out into the back of the truck, where I was currently lying down. Sighing out of relief, I finally pushed my way past the boxes to the exit of the truck, and got out. My mom gave a sympathetic frown. "Sorry, honey, I really wish there was enough room for you in the front seat."

I groaned as I stretched out my back and heard a popping sound as a result. "It wasn't that bad, Mom," I started to say. "I mean, a box didn't fall on me and kill me like it totally should have because I should have not been back there in the first effin' place."

Sorry, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Sam, I'm incredibly attractive, enjoy long walks on the beach, and I like romantic dinners.

Oh, yes, I'm also a douche-bag. Nice to meet you.

My mom sighed, and I figured she had enough of the guilt trip for now. "Seriously though, mom, it was fine, I don't mind it." Her smile lit up again,

"Good, good!" She pointed over to our house. "By the way, come on in, check out the new place!" I reluctantly stepped in through the doors, expecting the worse.

And I got it.

The room was tiny, had a near non-existant kitchen, no chairs... What kind of person would live in this place?

"Isn't it wonderful?" My mom cooned.

... alright, allow me to rephrase that: What person that has good taste would find this Hellhole appealing? Trying to not make this harder then it had to be, though, I just forced a smile and nodded to get this over with.

"Oh, deary, by the way, Dad bought you a clock-" She began, and this time I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

"Wow, a clock?! So fantastic! What, will he buy me a chair next?" I snapped, and Mom just stared blankly at me and I sighed. "Sorry, mom, just that... Yeah." I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair.

"I'll... I'll be out meeting the neighbers, alright? Alright." I waved behind me as I set foot outside, and I looked around only to realize that there was only one other house in the entire town. "... It's offical. I hate this place." I sighed and reluctantly walked over there, and threw open the door out of frustration... and it didn't help when I realized that this house was the exact same thing as mine but mirrored.

Before I was able to throw my hair to the ground, my new neighber came down-stairs to look at the person who barged into her house, one eye brow raised out of curiousity.

"Uh... Can I help you?" She asked, still half-asleep.

"Oh, sorry," I began. "I have this nasty habit of walking into random people's houses without asking." She giggled a little before a realization hit her.

"You're the boy who moved in next door, right?" She asked, taking a few steps closer.

"Yeah, just moved in..." I counted off of my fingers. "... Three minutes ago? Yeah, about three." She laughed again.

"So, do you need a Pokemon or did you just want to talk?" There was a short pause. "... It's the Pokemon, right?"

I shook my head. "Nah- though hey, hooking me up with a Pokemon would be pretty awesome."

She rolled her eyes. "Alright, yeah, sure, I will soon- just let me finish doing some research. Try exploring the town a little more?"

"You mean the five patches of grass I've yet to step in?" I called out to her as she walked back up the stairs. When she didn't respond, I sighed and left the building before I heard screams coming out from the road leading outside of the town. I quickly ran over there, and I saw some fat dude in a lab coat being terrorized by the most evil Pokemon of all: A small dog.

"H- help me!" He begged as he was backed into a corner.

"... You're kidding, right?"

"There's Pokemon in that bag over there-" He continued.

"Alright, I'm in." I agreed, eager for the chance to use one. I stuck my hand into the bag, and pulled out the ball that I grabbed first. As I threw it out into the field, a gecko... like... Thingy came out.

"... What the Hell is that thing?"

"Hmph! I'll have you know I'm a Treecko- and consider yourself lucky, since the other two Pokemon in there sucked." My newly received Pokemon said in a huff, and this information didn't process for a few seconds.

"Alright, alr- wait, you can talk?!"

"... Wait, you understand me?"

'''A/N: ... yeah, I know this is short, but this is more of a "Prologue" then an actual chapter. xD 'Sides, it's kind of hard for me to stretch stuff like this out for long lengths. :b'''

Party

 * Zac - Level Five Treecko