Gillian on Pokemon Go

Back when Pokemon Go was announced I thought I might give it a try.  I didn’t think it was going to be that big of a deal.  I figured I might get my roommate to play for a little while and maybe meet a few other players.  In the past few months I’ve barely heard anything about it’s upcoming launch.  I didn’t even hear about the beta test.

2016-07-10 07.37.49Then a couple of days ago someone posted a screenshot of the game.  Then my roommate came home a level two trainer.  Then I found the Facebook group for my city with just over two hundred members (there’s probably a couple times that many in the city).  Then a girl I work with walked into the break room and caught a Zubat before our shifts.

You obviously don’t need me to tell you game has exploded and I love it.  Well, I love the game but I hate the scorching Texas heat.  I’ve only gotten to level six because of app glitches.  I lose the ability to connect reliably to the servers in the afternoons.  It might partially by my phone because my roommate’s Iphone doesn’t have the same problems.

I especially love how it’s created a common activity for people to bond over in real life.

When I got off work tonight, I held a mini Pokemon Go seminar for a couple of the girls in parking lot.

Then later, I went to pass by the three pokestops, all located at churches, near my apartment to get more items.  As I got close to the first one, I noticed someone had put a lure on it to attract more pokemon.  I caught a bulbasaur as I walked up to it.  I said “Hi.” to the two 18-25 ish guys next to the parked pick-up.  One of them noticed I had my phone out and called out, a little uncertain, “Hey, are you playing a game?”  I smiled, flashed him my phone which was still on the pokestop and said, “Yep, Pokemon Go.”  They told me I could stay and take advantage of the lure but I wanted to hit the other pokestops first.

On the way back they were still there, along with another car full of Pokemon Go players, one of whom called out, “Hey Pokemon girl.”  I stopped and chatted with them about the pokemon in the immediate area (mostly Dodou and some others but mostly Dodou).

On a side note: I find it interesting that there are places where you find a lot of one kind of pokemon.  Our mall, for instance, is full of Zubats.

I really hope the server issues get fixed so my walk to work can at least count toward hatching eggs.  I missed out on a little more than a kilometer today.

Why Are You Doing This?

“I’m sorry what was that?”

“I… er… I’m sorry Supreme Commander I didn’t mean to question you. Please forgive me.”

“I was turned with my bad ear to you. I didn’t hear what you said. Please repeat it.”

“I… I… just asked why you wanted to take over the world?”

“Ah, that is actually a good question. You know know one has ever asked me that. In the past… let’s see I started planning in ’93 but my first attack wasn’t till ’95… twenty-one years, no one has questioned my motives. Do you want to know the truth?

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Dragon’s Hoard: The Beggar

The beggar; dirty, unshaven, hair long, unkempt and matted in places; sat against a wall on a small side street. His clothes were a tattered and torn robe loosely wrapped around a thin hunched over body. A bandage wrapped around his head covering one eye. Coins clinked in a small metal cup attached to a stick attached to a leather wrist cuff. Where a hand should extend out of the cuff there was nothing.

With a practiced bounce of his arm the coins clinked in the cup.

clink clink … clink clink … clink clink

A deft flick threw them into the air, clearing the edge. He listened to the coins hit the bottom of the cup.

clink clink Clunk clink clink

A second flick threw them higher out of the cup.

clink Clunk clink clink clink

He glanced up and down the street. No one in sight. He bounced the coins a couple more times and then flicked them straight up higher than a standing man.

clink clink clink … clink

The beggar looked around for the missing coin. On his blind side, a man stood examining the coin he had plucked from the air. The silver piece that a kind woman had dropped into his cup earlier today. He had meant to squirrel it away in his hidden coin purse but he had liked the weight it added to his cup.

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Lisa’s Story: Zombie Apocalypse – Chapter Five

The next day I headed outside again. This time I took a different route through the neighborhood to avoid the corner store and approach the superstore from the same way I had left yesterday. I was outfitted in much the same way as before, except this time I had a flashlight.

I walked cautiously through the deserted urban setting, bat out and ready, looking for movement and listening for any sound other than birds. Luck was with me and I made it to the superstore without incident. I slid an outer door open, slipped inside, and closed it behind me.

One of the inner doors was open a few inches. Had I left it like that? I thought I had closed it all the way. Maybe I hadn’t. I remember pushing it closed until it stopped moving. Maybe it had snagged on something and not closed all the way and I hadn’t noticed. I pushed against the door and it slid closed easily. So, I had closed it yesterday but today it was partly open. Someone else had been there or might still be there.

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Scenes of a Life

Cynthia hug tackled me from behind as I sat on the college library steps writing. “Hi Melissa,” she said into my ear.

“Hi, Cynthia. You’re early.” I said

“Class got out early,” she said, while laying her body against my back, “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

“I skipped,” I said and went back to writing. Cynthia humphed but didn’t say anything else. After a couple of minutes, I moved her arms from my shoulders to around my waist, when it became apparent she wasn’t going anywhere. Not that I really minded. The day had turned from mildly warm to slightly chilly. The long sleeve shirt I was wearing might have been enough, if the chill in the air had not also come with gusting wind that cut right through the t-shirt material. With Cynthia on my back not only was the wind mostly blocked but she also helped warmed me up.

A shadow fell over my notebook. I steeled myself for a verbal assault. Most people just walked past us but every now and then some guy would gawk at us and even rarer was the guy that would call us names. So, I was only a little concerned when I someone stopped in front of us. I looked up at the guy standing below us on the steps but still towering over us and smiled, “Hi, Richard.”

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