Cold, alone, secluded, afraid. I see the bushes rustling in the distance, the silence of the woods leaves me searching for something that is missing, yet it cannot determine what it is. I sit, with no hope. My sights, expectations, cut off abruptly by what I perceive to be reality. I can still feel one thing inside I me, one thing that I cannot live without for much longer. Perfect IV's, for love is overrated. Any normal Hitmonlee wouldn't survive with Perfect Sp. Attack IV's, but I must. No trainer would accept the abomination of a Pokémon that I am, so I must get stronger, more powerful, more ROCK HARD than ever before. This is my destiny, for I am not any plain old sweeper Hitmonlee. I am, HitManCho.
I am a relaxed fifteen year old male who currently has over fourty points. Does this make me cool?
Games I have in chronological order:
200 Points Reached - August 29th