#skullbashed

@skull-bashed It was a rainy day, but then, it was always raining in Po Town for some reason. Downcast, grey, damp-it was like a curse. Guzma couldn’t remember the last time they saw sun there, but it had to be long before he and his band of little shits took the place over. Guzma really didn’t want to go outside in this mess. It was the perfect day to sit inside, drink some cocoa, and take care of the housekeeping. But he had to go out. As he stood in the Skull mansions foyer, expression tired, he mulled over their dwindling supplies. It was going faster than it usually seemed to. They’d been recruiting a lot lately. The extra manpower was nice, but it meant more mouths to feed, and at this time of year, more sick grunts that needed medicine. They were almost out of everything useful. It was time for another supply run. Still, he didn’t have to go by himself. Even though he usually preferred to, to just take his pokemon and have some quiet time to himself, on a rainy day like this it would probably be better to have some help. Turning back towards the rest of the darkened mansion, he squinted through the shadows until he found a grunt nearby. “Hey,” he said, “Hey! Vinny, right? Hey, how ‘bout you tag along? I’ve got some shit to do in Malie, what do you say?”