Forum moderator [mod]CMP[/mod] has started Pokemon Fan Art of the Week #1! For the inaugural competition, you must submit a Pokemon team of six (any of your choosing) in any kind of medium, and you must PM your entry to CMP rather than posting it. You only have one entry, so choose wisely. If your art is voted the best from members, you can be sure that it will be here on the Forum Portal. See this forum thread here for more information.
PB's first Create-a-Card Competition has recently ended with the winner of the text-based entries being chosen. Congrats to [smod]PMJ[/smod] and his two written entries below:
The Halloween PB Fakemon Contest has concluded with the victor being forum member [member]silazu[/member] with their entry shown below:
Base: Nyimp (nyan+Imp)
Black Cat Pokemon
Type: Dark
Info: It loves to play tricks on unsuspecting people. Nyimp shrill cry can be heard from miles away.
Stage 1: Felire (feline+ Fire)
Black Cat Pokemon
Type: Dark/Fire
Info: It is said that anyone who looks directly into Felire's eyes will be cursed.
Congratulations to silazu! This is just a reminder that we still have the Thanksgiving PB Fakemon Contest going on! Entries are due in less than a week, so don't forget to enter if you haven't already done so.
The first Round Robin competition has concluded with the winner being forum member The Fallen One! Congrats! His entry is below:
The next Round Robin II has now started with the signup phase! To compete, participants are to write passages between 500 to 1,000 words in length that continue the storyline by the winning piece from the last round (shown above). The passages are then PM'ed to [mod]Apollo the Incinermyn[/mod] and the voting phase will start once all the entries are sent in. We hope to see some interesting continuations! Signups for the competition start in the forum thread here.
PB's first Create-a-Card Competition has recently ended with the winner of the text-based entries being chosen. Congrats to [smod]PMJ[/smod] and his two written entries below:
Raynora - HP 130 - [W]
Stage 2 - Evolves from Flomis
Ability: Regal Rain
Whenever you attach a [W] Energy from your hand to any of your Pokémon, heal 10 damage and remove all Special Conditions from that Pokémon. You can't use more than 1 Regal Rain Ability each turn.
[W][W][C] - Aqua Kick - 100
Flip a coin. If heads, this Pokémon does 20 damage to itself.
WK: [L] x2 / RS: [M] - 20 / RC: [C]
They manipulate water gracefully, with deadly precision. Their humanlike appearance makes them very popular.
Articuno - HP120 - [W]
Basic
[W] Frost Wind
Put 1 damage counter on each of your opponent's Pokémon and heal 20 damage from this Pokémon.
[W][C][C] Ice Tornado
Does 40 damage to 1 of your opponent's Pokémon. (Don't apply Weakness and Resistance for Benched Pokémon.)
WK: [M]+20 / RS: [F]-20 / RC: [C][C]
A legendary Pokemon. The very beating of its magnificent wings chills the air and causes snow to fall.
Stage 2 - Evolves from Flomis
Ability: Regal Rain
Whenever you attach a [W] Energy from your hand to any of your Pokémon, heal 10 damage and remove all Special Conditions from that Pokémon. You can't use more than 1 Regal Rain Ability each turn.
[W][W][C] - Aqua Kick - 100
Flip a coin. If heads, this Pokémon does 20 damage to itself.
WK: [L] x2 / RS: [M] - 20 / RC: [C]
They manipulate water gracefully, with deadly precision. Their humanlike appearance makes them very popular.
Articuno - HP120 - [W]
Basic
[W] Frost Wind
Put 1 damage counter on each of your opponent's Pokémon and heal 20 damage from this Pokémon.
[W][C][C] Ice Tornado
Does 40 damage to 1 of your opponent's Pokémon. (Don't apply Weakness and Resistance for Benched Pokémon.)
WK: [M]+20 / RS: [F]-20 / RC: [C][C]
A legendary Pokemon. The very beating of its magnificent wings chills the air and causes snow to fall.
The Halloween PB Fakemon Contest has concluded with the victor being forum member [member]silazu[/member] with their entry shown below:
Base: Nyimp (nyan+Imp)
Black Cat Pokemon
Type: Dark
Info: It loves to play tricks on unsuspecting people. Nyimp shrill cry can be heard from miles away.
Stage 1: Felire (feline+ Fire)
Black Cat Pokemon
Type: Dark/Fire
Info: It is said that anyone who looks directly into Felire's eyes will be cursed.
Congratulations to silazu! This is just a reminder that we still have the Thanksgiving PB Fakemon Contest going on! Entries are due in less than a week, so don't forget to enter if you haven't already done so.
The first Round Robin competition has concluded with the winner being forum member The Fallen One! Congrats! His entry is below:
Darkness has fallen on the world. Men, women, and children rest gently in dreams that will not be remembered when morning comes. Crickets brazenly chirp as the wind softly whispers through the trees. A rodent squeals in the night before being stifled by the owl that hunts it. As the moon rises and midnight approaches, everything slows to a quiet. There is a sense of serenity to it all, a peaceful and picturesque scene.
That is, until It awakens.
A creature of shadow, it stalks the night when all are unaware of its presence. Those who know it dare not name it. It is Eldest, none remember when it began. It slides through the night, not making a sound to break the silence. The moon is full, but no light reflects off of the rough and torn scales on its black skin. The urge to kill rises as it sees a quaint house in the fields. As it approaches it hears the quiet murmurs of sleep emanating from those who dwell within. Its mouth opens into what may have once been a smile, showing a myriad of broken teeth, still razor sharp. Deftly it slithers over to the door. Seeing that the door is old and rusting over, it spits in disgust and glides over to the nearest window. It raises a clawed hand to the glass and slowly traces a circle with one of its fingers. The hunter presses softly on one of the sides of the circle and it turns with a soft screech, leaving an opening. It hesitates, not breathing for fear that it has been discovered. One of the men in the house turns over in his bed, snoring loudly. The creature sneers widely as it removes the glass circle from the rest of the window and sets it gently in the grass. Clearly the fools within have lived a peaceful life, no fear of being hunted as many creatures are in the night. How long had this creature been asleep that none remembered to fear it?
The creature straightens itself out and lets the many spines on its back and tail lie flat. Compacting itself, it launches itself through the hole, neatly fitting through. Its claws extend and it catches itself on the wooden floor with little sound. The wood creaks slightly as it steps forward and it curses itself. Clearly it had been a long time since it had hunted in this manner. It slides across the floor, its red eyes reflecting little light, but nevertheless holding an intense and piercing gaze. The door swings open as it leaps into the bedroom, no longer needing its stealth. Its prey realizes they are not alone. Their eyes flutter open in horror as it descends upon them. Not even given a chance to scream, they die swiftly and silently. The hunter seems to smile again, and it lets itself make sound once again. Its breath is ragged and uneven, and steam emanates from its mouth every time it exhales. No longer does it need to be silent.
Once it has finished with its new found meal, it slithers up onto the roof. It rears up onto its hind legs, spines uncurling from its back and tail again, and spreading its arms wide it lets forth a piercing, eerie blood cry. Birds scatter from the trees, and animals tear through the brush, trying to flee from the source of the sound. The creature’s mouth breaks open into a hideous grin as it relishes in its return. Soon all would learn to fear the night. Its hunger could never be satiated long ago. It has wakened from an age-old sleep.
The hunt now begins.
That is, until It awakens.
A creature of shadow, it stalks the night when all are unaware of its presence. Those who know it dare not name it. It is Eldest, none remember when it began. It slides through the night, not making a sound to break the silence. The moon is full, but no light reflects off of the rough and torn scales on its black skin. The urge to kill rises as it sees a quaint house in the fields. As it approaches it hears the quiet murmurs of sleep emanating from those who dwell within. Its mouth opens into what may have once been a smile, showing a myriad of broken teeth, still razor sharp. Deftly it slithers over to the door. Seeing that the door is old and rusting over, it spits in disgust and glides over to the nearest window. It raises a clawed hand to the glass and slowly traces a circle with one of its fingers. The hunter presses softly on one of the sides of the circle and it turns with a soft screech, leaving an opening. It hesitates, not breathing for fear that it has been discovered. One of the men in the house turns over in his bed, snoring loudly. The creature sneers widely as it removes the glass circle from the rest of the window and sets it gently in the grass. Clearly the fools within have lived a peaceful life, no fear of being hunted as many creatures are in the night. How long had this creature been asleep that none remembered to fear it?
The creature straightens itself out and lets the many spines on its back and tail lie flat. Compacting itself, it launches itself through the hole, neatly fitting through. Its claws extend and it catches itself on the wooden floor with little sound. The wood creaks slightly as it steps forward and it curses itself. Clearly it had been a long time since it had hunted in this manner. It slides across the floor, its red eyes reflecting little light, but nevertheless holding an intense and piercing gaze. The door swings open as it leaps into the bedroom, no longer needing its stealth. Its prey realizes they are not alone. Their eyes flutter open in horror as it descends upon them. Not even given a chance to scream, they die swiftly and silently. The hunter seems to smile again, and it lets itself make sound once again. Its breath is ragged and uneven, and steam emanates from its mouth every time it exhales. No longer does it need to be silent.
Once it has finished with its new found meal, it slithers up onto the roof. It rears up onto its hind legs, spines uncurling from its back and tail again, and spreading its arms wide it lets forth a piercing, eerie blood cry. Birds scatter from the trees, and animals tear through the brush, trying to flee from the source of the sound. The creature’s mouth breaks open into a hideous grin as it relishes in its return. Soon all would learn to fear the night. Its hunger could never be satiated long ago. It has wakened from an age-old sleep.
The hunt now begins.
The next Round Robin II has now started with the signup phase! To compete, participants are to write passages between 500 to 1,000 words in length that continue the storyline by the winning piece from the last round (shown above). The passages are then PM'ed to [mod]Apollo the Incinermyn[/mod] and the voting phase will start once all the entries are sent in. We hope to see some interesting continuations! Signups for the competition start in the forum thread here.
