I am not one to whinge…public like anyway. I can moan, bemoan and lament all while gently humming the theme to Hawaii 5-0 to myself.
However when turnabout is not fair play.
I play on a tablet so living in the centre of an international metropolitan connected city means public access wifi, so like public access tv there are telethons to interhey look I’ve played rurally I get that I am blessed with wifi connections, nay, spoiled…here’s my g-dd-amn point
Tonight, tethered to a friend’s phone I had the opportunity to roam wild like before we salted Carthage. I had even plotted the sparkling prize, a somewhat secluded gym just out of public wifi accessibility. Tucked behind a church with a clear field of vision for as far as the eye could see.
Did my three rounds. Last round needs only one of my little beasties to clean out the riff raff. I can walk no further “to get closer to this interaction” whooey phooey I am in the gym and instead of claiming the victory for my “great work” the last pokemon I kicked out has returned to lay claim.
I have been given the old error saved for fighters/victors. Never ever have I been defeated and then been able to return but hey okay. I’ll do the battle again and throw more up against your 3000 such and such.
Lo and behold, bam another enters the gym line up and joins the battle already taking place, I have been refused the ability to leave behind because the gym is under attack more times than I could begin to fathom a numbering system oh no wait a third has somehow been left in the gym as I am still engaged with 1 and 2 mind there is not another person in sight.
Snagglepussed by a hoodwinking synch oh pant. In the chill of the night such that my hands both ached from the cold. The telex machine is kept so clean and it types to a waiting world. The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain. Incestuous and vain. And many other last names. Oh, well, I look at my watch…
Support? There is no back up. A grown man in tears can be a powerful…image.