Tuned in to Generals!

>>1721
I'm trying to nuzlocke white but this game is hard as shit

>>1721
Where did everyone go :(
I miss /vp/

I'm currently playing polished crystal on a handheld emulator, very comfy but the creator fucked with the balance and post badge 3 it devolves into a grindfest.

>>1789
I can appreciate the tech behind Polished Crystal, but the game itself is rather uninteresting. I'm really not a fan of forcing in Lyra, and closing off alternate paths.

Hello OT, me again. Now I am not anyone. I don't have a magic book I summon fire with. I don't have a staff that makes me a sandwich that is cut at exactly a 45 degree angle. I am just an ordinary person. I wake up, I do chores, I eat my daily 14 kilograms of margarine, and all is well. However, one night, I parked my brand new Volkswagen Golf IV (I will refer to it as "the beast" as it is very fast), locked it, and went to bed. Next morning, as I am finishing my final tub of margarine, I see three punks pouring barbeque sauce on my windshield. Was this some sort of new prank? I'm not too sure. As I walk out of my house to ward them off with an inconspicous 50 caliber Desert Eagle, they scream at me: THIS IS WHAT WE CALL PAYBACK, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!. Odd. I thought I murdered every single child in that Albanian hospital. Guess I am wrong. So, I angrily walk back to get my very nice and shiny microfiber cloth that I bought off grandpa Carl, and get out my trusty Windex sprarying device. Spray. Spray. Spray. Wipe. Wipe. Wipe…. Darn. My very nice and shiny microfiber cloth that I stole off grandpa Carl is very dirty. As I go to wash it, I hear a very strange sound from the beast. I quickly dash back to see… oh no. Dave has appeared. For those unaware, to summon Dave is a very hard process. From what I've personally heard, you need: two tablespoons of salt, sixteen liters of lemon juice, a slightly used air filter from a 1996 Toyota Hilux, seventeen micrograms of a baked Xbox 360 motherboard (has to be a jasper model), Spiderman 2 on UMD video, a can of mushroom soup, a can of tomato soup, a steak that has to be half eaten, half chewed, and finally, 150 mililiters of Heineken beer. All of these ingridents must be placed on top of a Kenwood sound system, otherwise nothing will happen. Once everything is done as is, Dave will appear. From there on out, I have no idea what happens. Reports say Dave will simply give you a copy of your house keys, or he will eat your house keys. So naturally, I was worried. But Dave… Dave was different. See, I only cleaned my windshield, I didn't do any of that. Dave looked… Odd. He was a caucasian male, with a beard, scruffy hair that was beginning to go white, and had the typical british face. He wore a simple shirt, and was looking at me very confused. He gave me a smile, got out of my windshield. And he… he cracked the beast in half. My precious the beast. Fortunately for me, the resilient 1.9 TDI engine was still in mint condition. Afraid, Angry, and very confused, I asked him: Why? He simply looked at me and started walking towards me. As I try to mouth out a "What the fuck?" He hits me in the face and knocks me to the ground. Before I am able to react. He throws me in the back of the beast, now magically back together (I later realised it was because the resilient 1.9 TDI engine has self healing properties). As he turns the beast on, it growling, he gets in and drives me to a local pub. He sits me down, and gives me a pint of Guiness. I finally muster the courage to ask him: Who the hell are you, and why did you do this. He simply replied: Hi, I'm DaveHax.