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24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

A roast beef sandwich with white american cheese, mayo, lettuce, tomato, pickles, a few jalapenos, and then salt, pepper, and oregano.

Oh, yay! A question!

I’m doing fine, actually. A bit tired, because of school, but still good. I really don’t know who I’d meet in history. I know that sounds weird, but there are so many different points in history that need something.

I would be the very best Pokemon Trainer, like no one ever was.  Hmm, I don’t really know. I’m not too much of a competitive person. I guess I’ll say writer, in so, I don’t have to be the best, I just want to be remembered. 

So, I came on here thinking that I could scroll through a few posts before getting back to sleep when I see this.

This is probably one of my favorite asks I’ve ever gotten on “this dumb website.” 

I’m really happy that my name is the first one you think off. I mean, really really happy. I don’t know who you are, Anon friend, but I’m sure that I talk about you all the time. And you liking my “little icon?” Well, it makes me feel great that I’ve made an impact on you by flooding my face everywhere on your dash. >:D I’m sure I’d say the same for you. Reblogging from people you like always feels better in my opinion. c:

Welcome, Nicki.

You’d have a Psychic type gym. When trainers walk into your gym, they’ll be greeted first by a crisply dressed gentleman with a beautifully charming smile. He will lead them from the doorway, perhaps take their coat or offer them something to drink. Whether the trainer accepts or not, the man will lead them to a platform. He’ll tell them that once they stand on this pedestal, they’ll be well on their way to meeting you.

The trainer reluctantly takes the step up, already suspicious because it’s never this easy to get through a gym. At once, the man snaps his fingers and the platform begins to spin. The trainer will try to get off, but their feet will stay firmly in place, as if glued. When the spinning finally stops, the trainer’s vision is warped and the man quickly leads them towards the door at the end of hall, shoves them in, and yells “Let the games begin!”

The door leads to another hallway and the trainer must navigate through it with their eyes playing tricks on them. It’ll be a tricky gym, with odd turns and random trainers popping up seemingly out of nowhere. After facing all of the gym trainers, the trainer is finally given the privilege to meet you, the gym leader as you sit high upon your throne. 

You greet them with a solid phrase, “I am Nicki of the Itazura City Gym. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose. " You have in your hand a staff, that holds a Pokeball above it. In that Pokeball is your prized Pokemon, to be named later when I go over your Pokemon team.

The trainer, now with returning vision and a great deal of frustration of having to go through your gym, demands you battle them. It’s your job and the least you can do after all of your tricks. You grin at them, almost wickedly, before asking, "When do we start?"

Your team consists of four Pokemon. All of them Psychic, of course. The first of them will be a Wobbuffet, who has a nasty Counter attack that sends its opponent’s moves right back at them. The next will be a Lunatone, which will quickly put the other Pokemon to sleep with Hypnosis, and then use Dream Eater, which not only inflicts damage, but restores some of its HP as well. Xatu is up next, there’s nothing super special about him, really, but his speed is pretty nasty, and the opposite Pokemon will have a tough time keeping up. 

Your last, and most prized Pokemon shall be a Gardevoir. As the Pokedex says, your Gardevoir would do anything for you, including give up your life. You’re the same with it. You’ve had it since it was a Ralts and there’s no other Pokemon you’d rather be with. Gardevoir will by far be your toughest Pokemon, with a high special attack and a Psychic move that will make a Pokemon’s head spin. 

If the trainer loses, which they most likely will, you’ll smile and say, "An ant has no quarrel with a boot," shrug, and then turn away to go back to whatever you were doing. The man from the beginning will escort them back to the front of the gym, where they’ll cuddle their wounded Pokemon (and pride) to their chests, and run to the Pokemon Center.

Now, on the very rare occasion that you lose, you’ll give an exaggerated sigh, and plop back into your throne. The trainer will cheer, and ask you for their badge. You’ll hold up a finger to silence them, "If it’s all the same to you," you’ll say, "I’ll have that drink now," and the nicely dressed man will rush out with two mugs of tea on a tray, he’ll kneel at your feet as he offers yours to you and then the same to the trainer. The trainer will complain about not getting their badge, but you’ll just tell them that you’ll settle that after they finish their cup. The trainer will slurp it down fast, ready to get their prize when- something shiny at the bottom of their cup catches their eye. It’s their gym badge! 

You’ll smile, that devious smile of yours, and the crisply dressed man will escort them out of your gym.