I figured, since everyone worked so hard on their entries, we should post the entries that didn't quite make it. Of course, the winning entries won't be posted here because they'll be posted elsewhere, in the RPG. :XD:

First off, here's Scy's entry:


Mayapyre, a city basically made of flame. Fire pokemon trainers and fans come from all over to see wonderful works in pyrotechnics and art. As you enter the city, however, there aren't many people around. Curious, you enter a shop nearby where basic items are sold.

"Err.. Hello? Anyone here?" you ask, noticing no one around.
"Go Away!" Someone shouts, "We don't want you here."

A man peeks his head out, and blinks at you.

"Oh, it's a customer. I guess thats okay." he says, stepping up to the counter. "Whaddya want?"

You explain you were traveling into the city and noticed no one around. The man sighed as you finished.

"That would be more of a question for the mage on the other end of town. He lives near the fountain." He gave you directions, and shooed you out of the door.

Puzzled, you wondered if you heard the man right. Mage? Weren't those people in games and stuff? You shrugged and followed the mans directions. After several minutes of deciphering his doodles, you came to a rugged looking house near the fountain at the center of town. Random objects hung from the ceiling, and all was silent inside. You reached for the knocker, which looked like a Ho-oh, and knocked a few times.

The door swung open almost instantly and an Akane rushed out. It knocked you over, looked left and right a few times, before noticing you. It gasped, in it's own way, and rushed inside. You grumbled at the randomness of the pokemon, wishing you almost had never entered the city.

A man stepped into the doorway with Akane at his side. He looked completely confused at why you were here. Before he could explain you said that you were looking for the mage by the fountain.

"That is I, young trainer. I am the mage, but you may call me Ragni. I think I may be able to explain what has been going on."

He led you inside to a room filled with books and random objects,. He motioned for you to sit down on a nearby chair, and he took one opposite you.

"Now then, let me begin with a little history. This town is known for it's pyrotechnics and stunts. People everywhere gather to see all of the work. In recent years that traffic has increased.

"However, in the last few months, someone or something has been disrupting the shows. People were frightened, and dissapeared. This prankster is using water to souse the current flames that we make, and then adds his own mix of fire and electricity to make horrifying objects appear. Sometimes, when there isn't a show, he even makes them wander the streets scaring people. No one knows who he is, or why he's doing this. But he HAS to be stopped."

He pondered for a while, and let you think about what he had said.

"Ah! I think I got it. You trainer, I know you just reached town and I apologize for asking this, but can you investivgate this? None of our pokemon are strong enough to even attempt to find him, but you might! I think the mayor would thank you greatly if you helped us. So, will you?"

SoR's entry:


As you enter Jinrai, your elemental spiritual guardians shiver. Both have a strange look in their eyes, but you continue on. As you tour the city, you can’t help feeling that something is wrong. Finally, your guardians explain what is wrong “The entrance to our altars is like a small door from your world into ours... If we don’t pay attention, and there is an earthquake that destroys the terrain around us, our altar will just float in the air and you will need a flying device to get there. Now, there is one of those right here in this city, but none of us are dumb enough to make an altar in the middle of a city... this one is obviously being made by humans. Imagine a piece of paper. You can pick it up and use a hole puncher to make a clean hole and not disturb the rest, or you can try to rip a hole like that, and end up wrinkling the rest of the paper. We use hole punchers, but this rift is leaving wrinkles all over the place. If you could see the flow of energy, there are huge cracks all over... Now, it is pretty easy to follow these cracks. They probably found a small hole that was made by something else, like one of us leaving the altar, and then enlarged it. Nanami would usually fix this, but.... Never mind that. We are going to need to close this. We wouldn’t want to crash into another univer-“ For a second, the whole world shakes, and you can almost see cracks in the air. Afterwards, you can easily see tons of cracks all leading to one place. The pokeball factory. “As I was saying... crash into another universe... like that. Run, we need to get there fast!” You sprint to the factory, and rush inside. Tons of workers are rushing out like a tide. Pushing through them, you follow the cracks through halls and halls, down and down. Eventually you end up in a huge room. And there, in the wall, is a door. Just one door. Behind you, a team of soldiers rush in, and all get out their pokemon. Slowly, the door opens, an a single pokemon steps through. The cute little igglybuff looks around, and then opens its mouth to show a row of knife sized teeth. Not good. It jumps at the nearest soldier’s pokemon. Soon, another few run through. Lastly, a jigglypuff walks through, and this one has bigger teeth than the igglybuffs. If that is possible. “Okay, we are going to close that.... please distract whatever comes through” Your guardians surround the door, and then close their eyes.

The jigglypuff is the level of your highest level pokemon.

After you beat the jigglypuff:

<The igglybuffs and jigglypuff are sucked drawn back through the door. The rift looks much smaller now, but It isn’t closed yet. A kangaskhan walks out of the door. Its massive claws quickly dispatch the soldier’s weak pokemon. Now you are the only thing left between it and the world.>

Jay's entry:

(all quotations from "The Hunting of the Snark" by Lewis Carroll, courtesy of Project Gutenberg)

"Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.
"Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
What I tell you three times is true."

Professor Melinda read the inscription once, twice, and to be sure she had it absolutely and perfectly true, she read the mysterious words yet again. As you enter the room, she's still staring at it with a slight crease in her brow signifying her consternation. She mumbles something under her breath but you are respectfully out of earshot. You wouldn't want to eavesdrop, after all.

"Professor?" You start, hoping to catch your mentor's attention

"Oh, yes, [INSERT NAME HERE], so glad you answered my call. I've got a task here that needs a master Pokemon trainer's attention, and you're just the person I need!" Melinda says eagerly, no signs of her prior distraction left. "There's been a glitch in the Pokemon computer network - Pokedex's are down, Pokemon Centers can't track patients' vitals on their machinery, nothing electronic is working properly! We need someone to use the new technology that Professor Beech from Brillig made. It hasn't been hooked into the local net yet, so it's still working properly. Supposedly it will digitize the user and let them enter into the network."

The task sounds dangerous, and you express your concern to Melinda. You enjoy helping save civilization as much as the next joe, but getting sucked into a computer really isn't your cup of tea.

"It's perfectly safe," Melinda begins - but from her tone you can tell there's a catch. "You don't physically enter, so your body can't be hurt. And so far there have been no adverse effects detected in users mentally. Jaymes has even designed a computer program to help you find the virus and slay it. The program is known as 'th3_b4k3r.'"

"What do we know about the virus?"

"It was designed by a mysterious individual known only by his internet alias - r1ch4rd_w4ll4c3. Supposedly he's part of a group known as 'Phantasmagoria,' but we don't know anything else."

"So what's in it for me when I succeed?"

"Riches beyond your wildest dreams," Melinda replied with a perfectly straight face

"...Seriously? I'm in."

"No, but we will provide adequate compensation for your valor, and you get the satisfaction of a deed well done. And we'll also provide you with a powerful Pokemon companion that you may keep."

"Sounds good. Who's that Pokemon?"

"Professor Beech works closely with the leading researchers on Cybernetics and how the field relates to Pokemon. He has sent his very own Porygon-2 as a thank you for whoever does this. The Porygon is in the machine, ready to be uploaded to the network when you are."

"Alright. Let's do this thing," you say confidently, and sit in an ominous looking chair covered in wires and hooked into a foreboding machine.
"Thank you very much, [INSERT NAME HERE], we're all counting on you."

END PART ONE

BEGIN PART TWO

The machine starts, and blinking lights swirl as a tin-foil helmet comes down upon your head. There's a rushing sound, as of a great waterfall, and then silence. Suddenly your eyes are opened, and you're in a landscape, predominately a digital green. A white rabbit runs hastily past, glancing at his pocketwatch and hardly sparing you any attention at all. You try to ask him where th3_b4k3r is, when a surprisingly deep and oddly metallic voice comes from your left.

"Welcome. Professor Beech must have sent you. I am Porygon-2. That rabbit you just saw is the viruses idea of a joke; as any machinery is hooked into the net, its memory is assimilated into a digital 'rabbit' and sent scurrying to the central server where w4ll4c3 controls everything." The Pokemon pronounces 'w4ll4c3' 'Wallace,' and appears to be the only friendly sight in the bleak landscabe of the cyberworld.

"So does that mean we should follow it? Or would that be playing right into their hand?" you ask, trying to figure out the best strategy for fighting a foe made of 1's and 0's.

"First we must find th3_b4k3r," Porygon replies, pronouncing it as 'The Baker,' "He has been searching where best to strike. He entered the net via Professor Beech's e-mail to Professor Melinda. He should be nearly finished with his reconaissance now."

"Good. Let's go find him!" you eagerly reply, ready to be on your way with this journey. As the two of you traverse the new realm, you encounter a [INSERT POKEMON HERE]

Pokemon of the digital realm: Porygon, Spinarak (of course), Smeargle, Spoink, Snorunt, and Magnemite

NOTE: You still have access to all your other Pokemon. Porygon-2 is now also yours, and can be a 7th member to your party if you already have 6 Pokemon. Once you exit the digital realm, however, he will return to an actual Pokeball and is treated like a normal Pokemon.

END PART TWO

(Moderator's discretion for battle. Pokeballs should be able to be used and actual Pokemon captured)


BEGIN PART THE THIRD

He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But, since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.

As Porygon-2 leads the way, you come across a balmy, almost tropical region. You push through the undergrowth and come out in a sparkling blue bay, with beautiful white sand. A ship awaits, and the two of you board it.

"The Baker mentioned something about a ship in his last dispatch. I assume this is what he meant," murmurs Porygon in your ear as you introduce yourself to the leader of the crew, who carries a large bell in his right hand. "I'll have to say though, this seems an odd place to start. Excuse me sir," begins Porygon to the captain, "do you have anyone on board known as The Baker?"

"Nay, we have a Boots, a Barrister, a Broker, a Billiard-maker and a Banker and a Butcher aboard. Oh, and we also have someone who seems to have forgotten his own name."

He would answer to "Hi!" or to any loud cry,
Such as "Fry me!" or "Fritter my wig!"
To "What-you-may-call-um!" or "What-was-his-name!"
But especially "Thing-um-a-jig!"

The captain, shaking his bell enthusiastically with every step, leads the two of you to a solemn man sitting against the bow of the boat. On his prompting, the captain leaves you alone with Fritter-my-wig.

"Are you The Baker?" you ask querulously

"Shh," he begins, "Indeed, but I have many enemies in this realm, so it is better not to spread my name. I have already slayed the guard-dog of Mr. Wallace, the Jabberwock, and that has left me beamish. I am certainly in no condition to fight a Jub-jub bird, a Snark, or indeed even the most frumious Bandersnatch at the moment."

Though you don't particularly understand what dangers The Baker speaks of, you can tell from his serious tone that you aren't interested in finding out firsthand what a Jub-jub bird is. Porygon-2 and The Baker begin to have a discussion that doesn't involve you, so you decide to wander the boat. As you go on deck, you see the group is casting off.

You see a large number of crates that appear to have been left on shore. You quickly count, and they number forty-two. You think nothing of it, however, and instead seek to find a Pokemon trainer aboard to battle. You succeed; the Butcher has been prowling around looking for a fight himself.

Trainer: Butcher
Pokemon: Bidoof, Bidoof, Bibarel

END PART THE THIRD

PART THE FOURTH

Should be left up to the moderator's discretion, for fun. Could include something along the lines of another fight, an experience with water Pokemon, etc.

The only important plot point should be that "the Boots" (a bootmaker known as Boots) has a rivalry with The Baker. The two of them clearly do not get along, possibly because he believes The Baker to be irreverent towards boots (he is wearing three pairs, each one on top of each other)
Also the fourth part should end with them arriving at shore, with some sort of transition into the fifth (battle, wild Pokemon, or whatever the mod wants)

END PART THE FOURTH

PART THE FIFTH

The Baker leads the way, with Porygon-2 following and you trailing behind. The scenery is magnificent, and the group rapidly approaches a forest. The sound of a great clash is heard, and The Baker runs towards the commotion, his hand already reaching for a sword that you had not noticed yet. A monstrous crow was flying away, and two round, armor-clad men appear to have been fighting recently. "Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee," remarked The Baker under his breath. "They may look incompetent, but they are deceptively effective Pokemon trainers. And they guard the passage to the train we must board for our final destination. Prepare yourself. Let me speak to them."

"I know what you're thinking about," said Tweedledum: "but it isn't so, nohow."

"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic."

"I was thinking," The Baker said very politely, "which is the best way to your master's castle: it's getting so dark. Would you tell me, please?"

But the little men only looked at each other and grinned.

"If we defeat you in battle will you allow us to pass?" The Baker asked, a touch of irritation showing through in his voice.

"We will grant you passage, if you defeat us both," said Tweedledum.

"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "If we obtain victory, then you must forfeit your lives."

The Baker gave you a significant glance. The challenge had been laid down. "I will fight alongside your Pokemon," said The Baker. I have a few tricks up my sleeve that not even Mr. Wallace is familiar with."

Turning to face the Tweedle brothers, The Baker took his vorpal sword in hand and sought the gaze of his manxome foes. "Choose well."

BATTLE!
TWEEDLEMON:
DEE - Sneasel, Blastoise, Gengar
DUM - Alakazam, Beedrill, Dugtrio

THE BAKER:
Though a humanoid construct, consider it as an NPC Pokemon. Attacks involve using his Vorpal sword and mastery over Fire. Can imbue elemental attacks of fire, ice, lightning into his Vorpal sword. Assume The Baker is very strong, so it's very unlikely that he will die in the battle. If you feel that he should exit the battle, have him retreat to conserve energy and offer the player an option of either sending out another Pokemon or force them to use Porygon-2 (mod's choice).

Post-Battle:

The Tweedle-brothers turn and point along a path leading deeper into the forest. They say not a word, but wear terrible grimaces and attempt to intimidate your group with their ferocious appearance. As you follow the path, you hear a rustling in the trees.

WILD POKEMON BATTLE

END PART THE FIFTH

PART THE SIXTH

The Baker leads the crew to what seems to be an abandoned railroad station. As you approach it, however, a whistle sounds. A train comes barrelling down the tracks and screeches to a halt at the platform. Porygon-2 enters first, followed by yourself and with The Baker bringing up the rear, watching for a parting shot by the Tweedles. He closes the door behind you and lights a candle.

"We will be approacing Mr. Wallace's castle soon. I have already slain the Jabberwock, but he likely has a Bandersnatch still awaiting. We must hope it is not frumious... Though either way we must defeat it."

"Sir," you begin, "I really appreciate that you are helping us. But can you explain a little more about yourself? Where do you come from? Are you invincible?"

"Reasonable questions, though I'm afraid I cannot give satisfactory answers to my origins - I scarcely remember them myself. As to my invincibility, I am strong but not immortal:

"A dear uncle of mine (after whom I was named)
Remarked, when I bade him farewell--"
"'If your Snark be a Snark, that is right:
Fetch it home by all means--you may serve it with greens,
And it's handy for striking a light.
"'You may seek it with thimbles--and seek it with care;
You may hunt it with forks and hope;
You may threaten its life with a railway-share;
You may charm it with smiles and soap--'"
"'But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,
If your Snark be a Boojum! For then
You will softly and suddenly vanish away,
And never be met with again!'
"It is this, it is this that oppresses my soul,
When I think of my uncle's last words:
And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl
Brimming over with quivering curds!
"I engage with the Snark--every night after dark--
In a dreamy delirious fight:
I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes,
And I use it for striking a light:
"But if ever I meet with a Boojum, that day,
In a moment (of this I am sure),
I shall softly and suddenly vanish away--
And the notion I cannot endure!"
"So you see, if I am ever to encounter a Boojum, I would be (so to speak) Snarked.

After the unusually long exposition and plot development, the train had finally arrived at an ominous castle and the crew disembarked. Unsurprisingly a Bandersnatch was waiting. Unfortunately, it was frumious.

FRUMIOUS BANDERSNATCH:
Bandersnatches move very quickly and have extendable necks as well as long, snapping jaws.
Sort of a mix of
http://images.elfwood.com/art/d/u/duval/20bandersnatch.jpg
http://www.ffcompendium.com/EspMon/bandersnatch11.jpg
http://www.ffcompendium.com/EspMon/bandersnatch7.jpg

The Baker should help in the fight, so this can be two-on-one. Or you could have a Jub-Jub Bird join in the battle too, if you cared to research the fighting habits of Jub-Jub Birds.

END PART THE SIXTH

PART THE SEVENTH

With the Bandersnatch slain, The Baker leads the way into the throne room. A blur goes past your vision, and The Baker falls to the ground writhing in pain. "It's a Boo-" he began, but softly and suddenly he vanished, his coding erased. Just that quickly, you were on your own.

"The game is afoot," came a cacophanous voice from the throne. "Welcome to your doom."

"Who are you? You look familiar" you inquire.

"I have been called many things. You may know me as r1ch4rd_w4ll4c3, however I prefer to go by-" began the figure, before being hastily interrupted.

"BOOTS! You're the Boots! You've always hated The Baker... You knew who he was from the start?"

"Unfortunately not. I suspected it after my Jabberwock disappeared and he seemed a tad beamish, but I didn't have any hard evidence to go upon. But that's irrelevant now, as my Snark (who was a Boojum, you see) has dispatched of him. And now I shall have the pleasure of dispatching of you!"

BATTLE
Mewtwo, Regice, Charizard, Hitmonchan, Celebi

END PART THE SEVENTH

PART THE EIGHTH

It was over. The virus had been eliminated and the PokeNet was back online. Already the castle was disappearing and things seemed to be going back to blue skies and green grass. Porygon-2 looked at you and nodded. It was time to exit the series of tubes.

"[NAME]? Are you awake? Can you hear me?" called a familiar voice. You struggled to put your finger on the name... It seemed like you had heard it so long ago, yet knew you had only left a day previously.
"Professor Melinda! It's so great to be back, but... The Baker... Boots got him! He was Snarked by a Boojum!"

"...Huh? What nonsense are you espousing? Have you been reading too many fantasy novels again? You just saved the PokeNet, you must be tired. You should take a nap! We'll forward your prize to the nearest Pokemon Center; you should go there and get a rest. Porygon-2 is yours now. Take care!"

You wake up a day later in the [NEAREST TOWN NAME] Pokemon Center feeling refreshed.

"[NAME]? There's a letter for you here from Professor Beech. Would you like to read it now?" asked Nurse Joy
"Of course. Thank you."

"[NAME],
Thank you for saving the PokeNet. Melinda has informed me that you had some very strange ideas upon exiting the web. Not many people know the strange things that can happen when you enter cyberspace, but it seems you have found out first-hand the bizarrities available. The Baker had told me much about them, yet even he didn't know everything. It would appear that our PokeNet connects us to another universe. Nearly everything you encountered - including The Baker himself, who I based off discoveries I had made, is based on the literature of this alternate universe. In particular, this encounter seemed to revolve around works by a man named Charles Lutwidge Dodgson - though he wrote under the pen-name Lewis Carroll. I've seen the PokeNet take on many other forms too; it seems to choose an author at random and revolve itself around their works. We got lucky that it was Carroll this time. I've seen the Net when it chooses an "H. P. Lovecraft," and that's just scary. But I suppose the real message here is that you're privy to knowledge that no other inhabitant of our world besides the two of us know. If you go around telling everyone there's an alternate universe connected by the PokeNet, they're not going to believe you. You may even begin to think you're crazy and that you imagined it all. You didn't. It's real. And if we ever need you again, I'll give you a call. In the meantime, I'll continue researching this link, and perhaps one day we can bridge the gap and acquire all the knowledge of our friends in that universe.

Once again, thank you.
Professor Jaymes Beech

P.S. Enclosed is a gift. I hope it will help you on your journeys."

RECEIVED: $4200, 2 Ultra Balls, 1 Master Ball
Pokeball containing a Sneasel

END PART THE EIGHTH