Welcome to The Lost One! You now have ??? in your inventory! Your Stamina Level is 73%! Your Stomach Level is 37%! Your Thirst Level is 79%! Your Health Level is 71%! Your ??? Level is 100%! Your Party consists of Yourself (Nameless)! Your location is Ambiguous Ghost Town!
> Attempt to divulge as much as possible with regards to what precisely the HELL is going on. Then, genre savvy indicates to follow the Electrike, since he called you a "Chosen", which appears to entail a hard journey as opposed to being thrown into a volcano as a human sacrifice to appease the fickle goddess Aki-Aki.
The Electrike nudges you to your feet, no matter how much you moan and curse at him. You're still almost dying of sheer pain, but he tells you, "Trust me, electric aftermath is less painful than what the Harbingers will do."
"Who the hell are the Harbingers?" you ask, trying to find out as much as you can. The Electrike called you a Chosen One or something, which means he's probably trying to keep you alive, but that doesn't necessarily mean you don't want answers from him. You're not very into blind trust, after all!
Red eyes give you a hard, scrutinizing stare. "You... Oh my Arceus you got amnesia. This is just perfect!" The little Electric-type shakes his green, fuzzy head. "Look, we'll play twenty questions later. Right now we need to move!"
He then headbutts your ankle, sending a jolt of static up your leg. You're shocked at how good the jolt feels; how much more awake it makes you. You have just enough energy to make it into the space behind a pile of old shipping crates before you collapse completely. The Electrike nestles in beside you, peering out from your meager shelter. You look too, and manage to see a couple of people walking through the fog, each carrying some sort of rifle. Beside them stalks a lumbering brute of a Pokemon with dark brown, craggy skin and a huge silver drill jutting from its ugly face. You recognize it almost immediately: Rhyperior.
"Not good, not good," hisses the Electrike. "We won't be able to fight them except tooth and nail, thanks to that beast's Lightningrod ability." Not that we could fight them before. Those guys would shoot you as soon as look at you. Well, they'd probably just shoot you
in the leg or something. Me they'd let their Rhyperior eat!" by the end of his sentence he's beginning to sound hysterical.
you think, but all you say is "Shh!" You can hear the 'Harbingers' talking faintly and want to know what they're saying. The Electrike whimpers but then goes silent.
"... said he was here. Or she. ****, I don't know. All I know is there was a storm, so we're looking for unusual-looking Electric-types. This one's probably Zapdos. If I had to guess."
"Because your professional opinion is so valuable," the other retorts. "How do you know it's not some other storm-causer? If it's Lugia -"
"Then we've still got our own weapons," the first Harbinger shrugs. He starts to say something else, and you shift closer to hear, accidentally bumping your shoulder against the crates and knocking a can to the ground. Before you can snatch it back it rolls out onto the street. The Rhyperior has stopped and now the Harbingers have stopped, too. "What's the matter, Rhyperior? Hear something?"
The Rhyperior lifts a muscular arm, pointing straight at the can. Immediately the Harbingers and the Rhyperior are moving toward your hiding place. Beside you the Electrike begins to shake with fear and mutter to itself, "I have to be strong, I'm a protector; I have to be strong, I'm a protector. Oh who am I kidding we're about to die!"
You aren't quite at the panicking stage, but you're sure scared. You can't remember a thing, you're incredibly weak, and your only weapon is a petrified Electrike against two people with firearms and a Rhyperior. What are you going to do