Hey, this is my first Nuzlocke and maybe the first one of it's series. I just did this because I had a totally free hour in high school when I completed my Oklahoma history, so here's its storylocke. Note that I may not be able to update regularly due to working on other projects and/or college.
Heart of Stone, a pokemon sun nuzlocke
Heart of Stone, a pokemon sun nuzlocke
This run contains mentions of:
-abuse
-PTSD
-Pokemon Death
-abuse
-PTSD
-Pokemon Death
1. If a Pokemon faints, it has “died” and must go back to the box
2. All Pokemon must be nicknamed by someone other than yourself
3. First encounter in each area is the one you gotta catch, if it’s knocked out/flees, you’re outta luck
- If a Pokemon is a double, get the next unique Pokemon. This includes previously dead Pokemon, pokemon in the evo line, etc.
- You CANNOT catch extras if your party is full. If you already experienced the first encounter in an area, you’re S.O.L.
- You CANNOT use box Pokemon, other than using it for dead Pokemon.
- Shinies defy all catching rules
4. NO LEGENDARIES/MYTHICAL
- The only exception is Solgaleo and the Ultra Beasts if met can be in/used as party
5. If you black out, that’s a game over
6. Definition of new area: place where the screen goes black OR HUD changes to tell you where you are
2. All Pokemon must be nicknamed by someone other than yourself
3. First encounter in each area is the one you gotta catch, if it’s knocked out/flees, you’re outta luck
- If a Pokemon is a double, get the next unique Pokemon. This includes previously dead Pokemon, pokemon in the evo line, etc.
- You CANNOT catch extras if your party is full. If you already experienced the first encounter in an area, you’re S.O.L.
- You CANNOT use box Pokemon, other than using it for dead Pokemon.
- Shinies defy all catching rules
4. NO LEGENDARIES/MYTHICAL
- The only exception is Solgaleo and the Ultra Beasts if met can be in/used as party
5. If you black out, that’s a game over
6. Definition of new area: place where the screen goes black OR HUD changes to tell you where you are
NOTICE: THIS IS A RECORDING OF A MEETING. NAMES AND MENTIONS OF CERTAIN PROJECTS AND PEOPLE HAVE BEEN REDACTED DUE TO THE REQUEST OF THE TEAM.
The recording begins with a man sitting at his obsidian desk, hands on his temples, grumbling as someone knocks on the door. “Come in.” He groans.
There is an audible sigh before the door opens, and another man walks in. “...You called me in, sir?” His voice still had that optimistic confidence he was known for.
“You know damn why you’re here, *RETRACTED*.” This man’s voice sounded coarse and harsh, probably from several years of being done with the world.
“There’s.. many reasons I could be called down here, sir, you’ll have to be more specific.” His voice wavers a bit, but he still keeps his cool. “Is it *REDACTED*? Or our progress on *REDACTED*? I know I’ve been falling behind on it, but I can work overtime on it! I swear I can get something-”
“No, it’s about her.”
“*REDACTED*? Why do you- Is there an issue with her?” He was slightly concerned.
He slams his fists on the table and hisses. “You bet your ass there is! She’s been nothing but a menace since she was born!”
There goes his confidence. He flinches as he tries to quickly explain, “Oh, dear, I might have a talk with her, she does tend to freeze up when she’s cornered but I haven’t-”
“*REDACTED*, I don’t think you understand exactly what she’s doing! She’s deliberately scaring the other grunts! She’s actively delaying research and we cannot have her around!”
“Well, I did have a discussion with her, and I heard it was the opposite! She said that you were terrorizing her, to the point that she was afraid to leave her room! She even said that-”
“I have been nothing but kind to her, and she’s been running around the place like a wild hooligan!”
“Sir, do you think I’m going to honestly believe you over my own daughter?!?”
He’s quiet for a second, thinking things through, and quickly trying to put the shards of whatever temper he has left before looking up at *REDACTED*. “Possibly not, but what about an order? I order you to find another place for her to stay, or you can kiss your job and your grant money goodbye. This is my final ultimatum, and I don’t want to hear a single word of her afterwards! I believe it’s time you take off your familial goggles and get back in touch with reality!”
“What do you want me to do?!? Abandon her in the middle of nowhere without a word of what’s going on?!?”
“Well.. she does have an aunt, doesn’t she? Where is she?”
“Yes, sir, she’s in Alola, but I don’t think she’s men-”
“I’ve talked to her a few times... She is a rather nice woman. Maybe *REDACTED* would enjoy a vacation and a visit to her?”
“Sir, I’m sorry, but I disagree! The last time I talked to her was when she lost her husband and her own children-”
*REDACTED* quickly cuts him off, “She has children of her own? Well, that makes it better, doesn’t it?” He chuckles lightly.
“I- Sir, this is really not a good idea! In all honesty, I think that-”
“This is an order, *REDACTED*,” he interrupts again, “Have her sent out to Alola by the end of the month, and I do not ever want to hear a word about her again. If I do, there will be severe consequences.”
“...Understood, sir. I’ll get on it right away.” *REDACTED* got up and quickly walks out, without another word.
END OF RECORDING
The recording begins with a man sitting at his obsidian desk, hands on his temples, grumbling as someone knocks on the door. “Come in.” He groans.
There is an audible sigh before the door opens, and another man walks in. “...You called me in, sir?” His voice still had that optimistic confidence he was known for.
“You know damn why you’re here, *RETRACTED*.” This man’s voice sounded coarse and harsh, probably from several years of being done with the world.
“There’s.. many reasons I could be called down here, sir, you’ll have to be more specific.” His voice wavers a bit, but he still keeps his cool. “Is it *REDACTED*? Or our progress on *REDACTED*? I know I’ve been falling behind on it, but I can work overtime on it! I swear I can get something-”
“No, it’s about her.”
“*REDACTED*? Why do you- Is there an issue with her?” He was slightly concerned.
He slams his fists on the table and hisses. “You bet your ass there is! She’s been nothing but a menace since she was born!”
There goes his confidence. He flinches as he tries to quickly explain, “Oh, dear, I might have a talk with her, she does tend to freeze up when she’s cornered but I haven’t-”
“*REDACTED*, I don’t think you understand exactly what she’s doing! She’s deliberately scaring the other grunts! She’s actively delaying research and we cannot have her around!”
“Well, I did have a discussion with her, and I heard it was the opposite! She said that you were terrorizing her, to the point that she was afraid to leave her room! She even said that-”
“I have been nothing but kind to her, and she’s been running around the place like a wild hooligan!”
“Sir, do you think I’m going to honestly believe you over my own daughter?!?”
He’s quiet for a second, thinking things through, and quickly trying to put the shards of whatever temper he has left before looking up at *REDACTED*. “Possibly not, but what about an order? I order you to find another place for her to stay, or you can kiss your job and your grant money goodbye. This is my final ultimatum, and I don’t want to hear a single word of her afterwards! I believe it’s time you take off your familial goggles and get back in touch with reality!”
“What do you want me to do?!? Abandon her in the middle of nowhere without a word of what’s going on?!?”
“Well.. she does have an aunt, doesn’t she? Where is she?”
“Yes, sir, she’s in Alola, but I don’t think she’s men-”
“I’ve talked to her a few times... She is a rather nice woman. Maybe *REDACTED* would enjoy a vacation and a visit to her?”
“Sir, I’m sorry, but I disagree! The last time I talked to her was when she lost her husband and her own children-”
*REDACTED* quickly cuts him off, “She has children of her own? Well, that makes it better, doesn’t it?” He chuckles lightly.
“I- Sir, this is really not a good idea! In all honesty, I think that-”
“This is an order, *REDACTED*,” he interrupts again, “Have her sent out to Alola by the end of the month, and I do not ever want to hear a word about her again. If I do, there will be severe consequences.”
“...Understood, sir. I’ll get on it right away.” *REDACTED* got up and quickly walks out, without another word.
END OF RECORDING
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