[PKMN] The Well

[knux400]

Howdy! Rugose again. I know you probably figured that out already, but I like introducing myself. It's the best part of any conversation, I always say.

The environment in the second room seems to be a bit flatter than the first, and without all those cobblestone roads and buildings in the distance. The grass is a bit more yellowy than before, which makes me think there's less rainfall here. Well, technically there's no rainfall here, since the time of day is frozen at either mid-morning or mid-afternoon, but you know what I mean. The temperature is a few degrees warmer due to the lack of moisture, and it's interesting how the air itself seems to not want to cross from one room to the next. You can literally stand in the stairwell and feel the dividing line between the two rooms. It's bizarre.

Again, there were roughly a dozen Phantoms in this room. This time it was mostly Normal-types, with a handful of Flying- and Dark-types sprinkled in. A Zigzagoon caught me by surprise as I stepped into the room and managed to land a Sand Attack right in my face. Of course it got in my eyes, and I had to take down the whole group while squinting and trying to rub the dirt away. It was clumsy work, and I took quite a few more licks than I should have, but eventually they all learned their lesson. There was a particularly annoying Fearow that almost had me worried for a bit, the leaves on my back are practically shredded thanks to the beak on that little rascal. Enough complaining, though!

No behavioral differences in the Phantoms that I can spot, apart from them seemingly being a bit higher level than the last bunch. There was a slightly larger Poochyena that seemed to act as the alpha of that room, but no displays of intelligence and coordination like the Chikorita and Hoothoot I saw before. I also found a HP Up on the ground amidst an unidentifiable pile of bones. Gruesome, but sadly not uncommon in my line of work. I sat next to them as I bandaged my wounds and swallowed a few Sitrus seeds. I've been told I have a lethal amount of enthusiasm for this job, and that I should be more careful. It's a tough thing to internalize, especially when the world is just so interesting, but seeing things like this serve as a reminder not to get too carried away.

If nothing else, there's no one to carry these notes back up to the surface. If I want the world to see my work, I'd better make it out of here alive.










...That was a bit of a downer to end things on today, wasn't it? Sorry! The next one will be better, promise.

~Rugose