So I recently started a nuzlocke run of Pokemon X since I'm a dumb asshole, I decided to share my adventures with you, the beautiful gaming section of the skullgirls forums. So lemme just get stuff out of the way. This won't be a screenshot or art comic nuzlocke. Just more of a text based adventure from my silly little brain. I'm following a light set of rules. No major healing restrictions, just the standard rules + mandatory nicknames + Notepad Addendum (My team can only be changed when a pokemon has died. Pokemon can still be caught once my team is full, but not used) My character is Dianna, named for Dianna Soriel of Turn A Gundam, with the nickname of Moon Queen (because she's Queen of the Moon). My starter is a Froakie that I have blessed with the incredibly inoffensive name of Hors Doeuvre. My journey was started like many: with a bird flying into my room and viciously pecking at my face. I managed to repel the beast using my skillful Lunar Martial Arts (I threw a pillow at it). Upon dressing myself in my queenly garb, I learned of some rabbling peasants in the courtyard. Before I could loose the wasps upon them, I learned that they came bearing news from the lead scholar of the land. And with my learning of the task that this professor appears to see fit with tasking me, Dianna Soriel, Queen of the Fuckmothering Moon, with, I promptly loosed the wasps on the rabble, and they were chased to a nearby town. I gave chase, as to laugh at their suffering, but found that they had rebuked the wasps with some witchcraft or another. They will be given a biased trial for their crimes, but later. The lowly serfs acted disgustingly casual towards me, Dianna Soriel, Queen of the Fuckmothering Moon, but I played along in their games. I couldn't be bothered with actually remember their names. I think one was named...Agrippa? Either way, by the professor's request, I received a...small, blue, disgusting, frog creature. I have heard that these beasts can be prepared by top quality chefs into a tantalizing appetizer fit only to starting meals worthy of gods. Naturally, I named the beast Hors Doeuvre. He seemed indifferent to his eventual fate. Poor creature. One of the peasants made an attempt upon my life with her own beast. With no pillows in close proximity, I found myself with no possible defenses. The wretched beast leaped in my direction with the most murderous of intents, but was suddenly stopped by a blast of... bubbles. The bubbles came from none other than Hors Doeuvre. Odd how it seemed intent on protecting me. Perhaps it is unaware of the delicious demise that awaits it. Being a noble and modest Queen of the Fuckmothering Moon, I gave the bea-er... Hors Doeuvre a pat on the head in my gratitude. I feel this adventure will test my abilities as a Queen and a leader, so I must return to the palace to steel myself. Hors Doeuvre followed close behind, vigilantly watching the surroundings for any other hostiles and potential snacks.