My health was becoming as variable as the winds on these blasted plains but I wasn’t about to let that interfere with my expedition. If my strength was going to fail me during my quest then i would have to rely more upon my mechanical conveyance. However I did not fancy the idea of my strength failing me while I was behind the wheel of several tons of steel and flammable liquids. Continue reading
The sun rose high in the sky before I felt ready to leave my cot and venture out in these blasted lands again. The infection I picked up at the Oasis is till raging through my body. The returned health I felt the other day was merely the eye of the storm that was raging through my humors. An extended rest seemed to help some what and having enough of staring up at my huts ceiling praying for the sweet release of death I decided to make my way back to those ruins I had spied the other day and see what I could find in my weakened state.
Day 6 saw the return of my vigor and feeling fit for the field once again. I remembered seeing the rooftops of a crude trading post near the oasis and decided to make a trip to investigate. Upon nearing the small village I came across several other hunters who informed me that this placed was called “Main street”. Obviously this was a jape among the other explorers in mockery to all good main streets that may exist in more civilized lands. Continue reading
I fell a sleep at camp with the highest hopes for the next day only for disaster to strike. Besides the plethora of Pokémon I picked up at the oasis I apparently picked up a raging case of wasteland fever. Continue reading
Disheartened with the lack of Pokémon on my previous expedition I decided I needed to expand my sphere of exploration. I had heard tales of an oasis filled with Pokémon and stops outside of my walking range. Luckily the vehicle I had requested from Team Valor head quarters arrived via airship during the night and was ready for use by morning. I undertook a mounted excursion to fabled oasis known as “The Park”. Continue reading
My trip to the north was a terrible idea. If I had thought the southern expanse was barren what lay to the north made it seem a bustling metropolis. I walked for hours and found only a single Pokéstop. Continue reading
This area is more terrible than I could ever have imagined. Truly it is more barren than my second wife, Matilda. I struck off towards the south with hopes riding high. Continue reading
This journal will serve as chronicle to my solo expedition into untamed Poké-country. I have entered into this land and set up base camp in a less than ideal location. Continue reading