The Adventurers of Nemesis Part I- Nemesis and the Technicolor Steamboat A long time ago, a hero lived among normal mortals such as you and me. Residing in the mystical land of Pokecharms, he sought out adventure whenever it may be. Fame, fortune and treasure he sought, Giants, Orcs and Lepredwarfs, he fought, But every story has a beginning, So we join our hero at a computer, grinning… He moved his mouse over the black text, And clicked the button, labelled â€˜Next', He read the screen quickly, almost super sonic, Because it was his favourite Web Comic. But his laughter was halted as the door was pushed ajar, His mouse went to close the comic, but he didn't get far. For at the doorway stood his boss, Tall and slender, his arms firmly crossed. Nemesis let out a faint croak, As he saw the shadow of Doctor Oak. "What do you think you're doing?" He roared, And Nemesis looked at him, rather bored, "Working Sir." He said dismayed, Hoping that he would still be paid. "You'd better be." The Doctor replied, "Because lately you've been a thorn in my side." It had started a couple of weeks past, When Pokecharms had got some news last, The Doctor was angry and cut his pay, And made poor Nem do things his way. Our hero was discouraged and sad, Tired of working for a boss who was so bad. Low wages he paid, and deadlines he set, All to beat Serebii dot net. As the Doctor left the room, slamming the door, Something special, Nemesis saw. For on the screen was a moving icon, An image of Arcanine, the Pokemon. Nemesis was shocked, looking for signs of Oak, And that was then the Arcanine spoke. Deep and booming, his voice was loud, "Hello Nemesis," The creature bowed. "I have a special mission for you." "But first, you will need a crew." "A crew?" He asked, completely bemused, He had never been so confused. "For your ship." The Arcanine barked, "Along Pokecharms River, it is parked." "A ship?" He asked, "What do you mean?" "A boat of rainbows, the boat of dreams!" " It may get cold, you will need a coat," "For your voyage on the Technicolor Steamboat!" For days he thought of the Arcanines tale, A colourful steamboat, he said he would sail. It was now or never, he hoped he wasn't too late, As he dashed out of the Pokecharms gate. High above, in the tower, Doctor Oak was just out of the shower, He looked down to see Nemesis run, He had half a mind to reach for his gun, But he was intrigued, why would his old friend be leaving? He stared for a while, heavily breathing, Until he decided on a plan, He was going to follow our main man.