Odemon #568

Poor poor Trubbish
No one loves you
Your lot in life
It leaves you blue
Self-esteem is
A thing you lack
You are just trash
Stuffed in a sack
Smelly Trubbish
You have no friend
Professional
Connections end
You get kicked out
Of every one
Establishment
Under the sun
And now to add
Injury to
Insult Grimer
Try to eat you
Poor poor Trubbish
Friendless trash bag
So depressing
Life’s such a drag
But maybe soon
You’ll have friends fair
Or you’ll evolve
And then won’t care

-Odemon #568 Trubbish

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Odemon #608

“I’m sorry… there’s nothing else we can do.”
As cries rang out in the hospital room, a lamp hanging from above wobbled. It watched as the spirit left the body of the deceased human.
“Mealtime, suckers!” Lampent jumped at the spirit, unseen by the living humans. A far more forceful spirit smacked the lamp and knocked him into the wall.
“Ouch!” Lampent rubbed his head. “What? Oh, it’s you!”
“Thought I told you to stop this sordid business,” Dusknoir said.
Lampent shrugged. “Hey, lamps gotta eat, right?” He shouted and blasted a vortex of fire at Dusknoir, surrounding the private eye with a Fire Spin. “Not gonna let you get in the way of–Wait, where’d you go?” No one was in the tornado of flames.
Dusknoir emerged from the shadows behind Lampent and smacked them away with a Shadow Sneak.
“Oof. You think you’re so smart, Private Eye.” Lampent hurled Shadow Balls at Dusknoir. The private eye punched them away and grabbed the new spirit into their belly.
“It’s so unfair! You get to eat spirits!”
“I release them at the end of the journey.”
“But that’s such a waste!”
Dusknoir continued to punch Lampent’s Shadow Balls away.
“And how are you even able to know where I’m gonna strike?” Lampent shouted.
“Future Sight.” As Dusknoir said these words a Psychic blast erupted against Lampent, and Dusknoir fled in the confusion.
“Curse you, Dusknoir!” Lampent shook his arm. “Curse yoooou!” A jolt of pain shot through him. “Ow wait no I DIDN’T MEAN TO USE THE MOVE CURSE–” He fainted.

-Odemon #608 Lampent

Odemon #713

Avalugg, Avalugg,
You think you’re so smug,
Hardened body deflects a fray,
But a bit of fire, you melt away.

-Odemon #713 Avalugg

Odemon #137

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-Odemon #137 Porygon

Odemon #128

Charge, Tauros! Enter the fray!
Always run towards, never away.
Always to fight, that’s how you’re born,
This bull grabs opponents with its horns.
Rage! Thrash! Rampage, bull!
Don’t stop until of fighting you’ve had your full.
Tauros!
It would’ve been interesting if it were only available on Red version.

-Odemon #128 Tauros

Odemon #584

“Everyone derives their traits from their parents. That’s just genetics.”
“But just because someone’s parents are prize fighters doesn’t mean their offspring can’t become a scientist.”
“But the tools for what they do are gotten from parents. Moves and abilities are inherited.”
“But someone can learn moves that their parents never did, or even had access to.”
Geodude flung herself at Vanilluxe with a punch. The Snowstorm Pokemon floated away, both heads still arguing.
“Those moves are still not possible without what was taken from parents. A Whirlipede cannot learn Surf because its Scolipede parents cannot learn Surf.”
“But a Whirlipede can learn Solar Beam, even if its father is a Golisopod, which cannot learn Solar Beam.”
“But should its father be a Golisopod it can then learn Pin Missile, which it otherwise cannot.”
Still throughout this entire argument Geodude chased after Vanilluxe with punches.
“That only shows there are some small additions based on parents. Nurture remains more important, as Effort Values come from such.”
“But Individual Values determine the true potential of a Pokemon, and these can be inherited from the parents.”
“That potential cannot be reached without effort, however.”
“It seems we have reached an impasse, unless both have equal value.”
“It seems that must be the conclusion. Without nurture, no potential is reached.”
“But without nature, the maximum potential is unattainable.”
“So we’re in agreement, then?”
“It would seem so.”
“Good.” Vanilluxe blew Geodude away with a violent Blizzard.

-Odemon #584 Vanilluxe

Odemon #295

Toot-toot, blang-blang, tweet-tweet-tweet,
Hoo-hoo fah-fah HONK
Hello there, my name’s Exploud,
I toot my own horn, of which I’m proud.
My mouth is wide but I won’t shout,
So don’t worry–
*Weedle appears* “I want to battle you!”
GO AWAY I’M INTRODUCING MYSELF!
*Weedle goes flying 472 miles away*

-Odemon #295 Exploud

Odemon #453

Well I’m in love with a big blue frog,
A big blue frog loves me.
It’s not as bad as it appears,
He tells jokes and he’s two-foot-four.
yeah hi. i’m croagunk. croagunk the croagunk. first. i don’t know who this girl is. the other thing. i was gonna say something here. something to make it clear this part is a sans reference. sans undertale, to be exact. for some reason. but i don’t have anything specific. too lazy i guess. i don’t even have a joke. it’s not like i’m a croapunk. *wink*

-Odemon #453 Croagunk

Odemon #104

Did you ever cry with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Does a being like that miss its mother?
Are the consequences high? Low chance, should you fight?
There’s always going to be another.
Are these tears legit? Or are they Fake Tears?
Not this one’s. It can’t learn them.
Accept such an offer, or move on from your fears?
Either way, you’ll end savage and grim.

-Odemon #104 Cubone

Odemon #269

Welcome to the final round of the Pro Wrestletimes Big Fight Wrestle Tournament Wrestle! In one corner, weighing in at a lot, Mr. Wrestleguy!
A big ol’ wrestleguy stood in one corner, muscles and fat all over the place, a singlet and shaggy hair over his body. He roared, shaking his head.
And his opponent, in the other corner… uh…
“Dustox!”
Some kind of moth or something. Ding!
Mr. Wrestleguy charged and slammed into Dustox. The Poison Moth Pokemon wobbled but otherwise hardly fell. It flew over Mr. Wrestleguy and a dust scattered over the arena. Mr. Wrestleguy shouted at the bug but then fell over, groaning. Dustox landed on the prone Wrestleguy and grinned.
The winner!
“Dustox!”

-Odemon #269 Dustox