A new town or something

My egg is making sounds, and must be on the brink of hatching! I can hardly wait for the soul-eating beast of destruction that is sure to emerge from it.

Whoa. This cave is exponentially larger than it appears from the outside. Is there space-compression technology at work here? If a Pokémon can be mashed into a tiny ball, I suppose the inside of a cave can be mashed into a tiny façade.

Most of the creatures in here are standard. Blind bats and even more living rocks. There is one of note, which looks like a brick-patterned hamster.

I have not seen any more Dunsparce. They probably don't inhabit this particular cave. Or, Cairo really is the great mythical deity I suspected he is.

Curses! My attempts to grab an item and simultaneously avoid notice failed!

He corners me. I cannot tell if his grin is actually happy, or maniacal. He smells of cheese and beer. He sends out his Pokémon with a loud grunt, forgoing words, which are probably unnecessary to him.

It appears to be a craggy gray snake that just ate quite a few boulders. Or, it is boulders. Thankfully, it is taken care of with a single attack.

We trudge on through the cave, encountering many a Zubat, but very few people. At one point, my hopes pick up as I see a glow in the distance -

But it turns out to be yet another fat man.

Cairo mirrors my exacts feelings for this man. How dare he give me false promises of an exit to this place. He does not go unpunished.

Neither does this boy in a purple trenchcoat. I do so admire his sense of style, really.

Even his Pokémon is pretty hip. I recognize its bold, calculating stare as the same look Garrison often gives me. Any creature that can rival Garrison's intelligence has my utmost respect.

This one belonging to another firebreather, however, looks downright deplorable. At least this time we actually are close to the exit. I extend him a slight bit of mercy, and leave his fox-creature mostly recognizable.

Ah. Sweet, sweet daylight.

I make my way west, and I can see a small village in the distance. As I get closer to it, I come upon a well with a man dressed in black in front of it. He's awfully greasy-looking, so I try my best to avoid him.

He shouts at me as I pass, saying things like "I'm guarding this here well, yes sir! You wouldn't want to fall down it now, eh? Ow-ow-ow!"

I just keep moving. He may be mentally unstable.

I reach the village, which has a much nicer atmosphere to it than Violet City.

There's another man dressed in the same uniform as the one by the well, and with about the same capacity for making sense.

In a house at the north edge, I meet a man named Kurt who explains to me that some "Team Rocket" is cutting tails off of slowpokes. I'm guessing the slowpokes he's referring to are people like the uniformed men I saw earlier, but I'm not sure why he thinks any of them would have tails to begin with. He doesn't give me time to ask, though, as he rushes out the door whilst screaming about the well.

I decide it's worth my time to go back, if only to see how much of a fool he makes out of himself.

And it looks like the uniformed man is gone. Time to-

What? The egg; it's moving! Oh, the suspense! The nerve-wracking anticipation of what all-powerful monster shall emerge from its shell!

...Um.

What is that? No really, what is that?

Yeah, there is no way I'm keeping this thing.

[Boxed!]

NEXT TIME: Frez encounters a brand new enemy! Gee willikers!