[b]Anarchy in a Cup[/b]

I wondered how I managed to get from that community to Arnold's guild... I mean, death was running after me like a cat to a mouse, only that it was clawing obstacles and hazards in my way. More like a psychotic cat, if you ask me.

Davis, you bloody idiot. You never told me how dangerous the world really was. You just had to leave, thinking a move and ability was enough to keep the reality of death away. Well, thankfully life itself stepped in to save me. I was saved from being lynched (trust me; they were going to do that sooner or later), murdered by wild Pokemon and bandits eight times, and that damn fight I had created. Thankfully, the Turtwig was busy fighting against a Braixen, and was being chased out...

"Uh, let's make it short: my name is Milloon Hall. We ought to make a quick dash to the exi-" I ducked my head as an empty cup flew over my head like a missile. "You know what, let's just get back into this room and let this whole place sort itself out." I signaled the others to get back into the guild room, apparently to the bird's dismay... "What are you looking at? As much as a view is enough to kill you now." Then, I realised he was shaking, looking like he was trying to remove all his feathers. But, I looked up... and, the cup was stuck onto his head like an impromptu helmet. "Ye... you got something on your head." I said, questioning his mentality which was probably no more sane than Arnold's.