[centre][img]https://i.imgur.com/vXaa44u.png[/img][/centre] Munchlax, a fairly simple soul, has but two passions in this world: munchin’ and laxin’. And right now, in the amphitheatre surrounded by absolute chaos in the form of chattering people, Pokemon, and what just might be either the clumsiest or most unfortunate human Munchlax had ever seen, he wasn’t doing either. And that, friends, just wouldn’t cut it. You see, for a suave, sophisticated specimen such as the Munchinator, there was a certain image he needed to keep up. And absolutely paramount to this image was his impeccable physique. After all, just look at him. That soft, flowing fur, those constantly quivering fat rolls, cheeks chubbier than a Skwovet in a Berry tree...he alone stood at the top of the Pokemon world, a Golden God amongst the common rabble who could only hope to one day attain even a fraction of his perfection if they were truly lucky. Why, one could sit here all day marvelling at the majesty of Munchlax… … … … Truly a mesmerizing marvel of the modern day… Hmm? Oh! Terribly sorry about that. One got lost in his glory. Now where were we? Right. To maintain his magnificence, Munchlax requires a substantial amount of food to fuel his daily 20-hour beauty rest. And, as it would happen, Munchlax now found himself awake, but not currently eating. Truly a modern day tragedy. He found himself looking towards his servant, Valerie. She was asleep on the job. Munchlax was disappointed, yet not surprised. She was hopeless. That it would fall to HIM to wake HER up so that she could fulfill her duties of feeding HIM? How uncouth. Perhaps he would need to get a servant for his servant? Hmm...yes. He would get her on that right away! But first - As Munchlax prepared to communicate his hunger by slapping the girl across her face with his tongue - the universal language for ‘feed me’ - something piqued his attention. A delicious aroma filled the air. Sweet. Mouth-watering. FOOD. Munchlax, trusting it’s impeccable sense of smell, snapped its head towards the empty seat between his servant and some other peasant. How fortunate! Had he managed to materialize food out of sheer force of desire? Or perhaps the Gods had decided to bless their favorite subject in an attempt to curry favor with him? There was no time to muse. With each passing moment, Munchlax felt himself edging closer and closer to finally succumbing to starvation. And what point would the world have in existing without his presence? For the sake of every soul on the planet, it was Munchlax’s responsibility - no, his sacred duty - to eat that food. But alas, the evil in the universe had decided to conspire against him. Before the Munch King could reach the planet’s salvation, the walking calamity masquerading as a human bumped into what seemed like a floating jawbreaker - note to self: consume the floating jawbreaker later - before stumbling over the servant. Which, normally wouldn’t be a problem. Because normally, the servant could balance herself. Buuut...in her unconscious state, the servant slowly began to fall forward. The Munch King, fixated on the feast waiting for him on the cushioned plate, was not aware of this before it was too late. She fell on top of him, pinning him to the floor. The Munch King squirmed and struggled, trying to free himself from his servant’s unconscious body, but the dead weight was too much. Desperately, he strained his neck out to reach the offering, but it was hopeless. He was too far away. He was stuck. He was trapped. He hungered, yet could not reach the feast before him. In what might possibly become his final words, the Munch King, utter a profound statement, blessing those around him with his infinite wisdom. [color=44acbc]“Munch.”[/color] [centre][img]https://i.imgur.com/rKEOjO3.png[/img][/centre] It was the usual dream again. Weightless, floating in the inky void of space. There was no air, but there was no need to breathe. Only expand. Infinitely. In all directions. Escape the known - create the unknown. Munch. In the distance, one could see forever. But how long was that? Munch. One could explore. Time was meaningless. One could explore time, but that would be meaningless too. Munchlax. Space shifted. Careful. It drained towards the bottom. The bottom of what? Down. There is no down in space. There are no berries there. Munch. But one is dragged downwards. Maybe one is not in space? [color=44acbc]“Munch.”[/color] Valerie opened her eyes, but the light flooding her senses left her blind. She could hear the commotion going on around her. Voices overlapping. People laughing. Munch. Wait. Val brought a hand to her eyes and rubbed away the spots. Her pillow seemed to be a bit squirmy this morning. [color=44acbc]”Lax.”[/color] No, not really lax. It was fairly soft. A bit on the hairy side though. Valerie let out a yawn and looked down at the Munchlax she had pinned to the floor. He was squirming, obviously wanting out but...too bad. While she hadn’t planned this, it was a nice surprise to wake up to. She had unconsciously enacted her revenge. Way to go Sleep Val! [color=44acbc]”Munch.”[/color] She looked over towards the others who seemed to be congregating around her area, rolling onto her back as she did so while still pinning down Munchlax. A couple were seated, others seemed to be standing and having a bit of a chat. The old man had told Val earlier that people would be seated with their classes. Did that mean that these were her classmates? Huh. Well then. Perfect chance to introduce herself to her new friends, yeah? Not quite picking up on Zaria’s mini-crisis, Valerie looked at the girl then over towards the boy that seemed, to be perfectly frank, just a bit TOO interested in...Munchlax? Well, him or her. [color=44acbc]”Munch.”[/color] Whatever. She flashed a wide, cheesy smile at the two from below and held up her hand in a peace sign. [b][color=a52a36]“Good morning, my dudes. Nice to meetcha!”[/color][/b] she said with a yawn, stretching out her arms and legs for that oh-so-satisfying morning pop of the joints. [b][color=a52a36]”Y’know, it’s actually really comfy down here.”[/color][/b] [color=44acbc]”Muuunch.”[/color] Munchlax whined, finally admitting defeat. [hr] [hider=Notes] [color=a52a36][b]PP:[/b][/color] 2 [color=a52a36][b]Pokemon Team:[/b][/color] [list][*] Munchlax | Lv10 - Tackle - Lick - Defence Curl - Recycle [/list] [color=a52a36][b]Pokemon in PC:[/b][/color] [color=a52a36][b]Items:[/b][/color][/hider]