Let's Play Pokémon White: An Artist's Tail #1 - Blank Canvas

Is that a castle? Is that my castle?



My throne.



My crown.




That’s not me. Damn it, I’m having someone else’s dreams again.






Were they your dreams? Or is this still someone else’s dream?



Everyone? Even your parents? You poor person.





Sure. What do you want to know?


Seriously? We've lived in the same town for eight years.




Always has been.



Thanks, I chose it myself.



I don’t need them introduced to me. I already know who my friends are.


Seriously?! You remember both of their names? Don’t you remember anything about me? What about Raphael? Remember him?





What are you proposing?



Sure.

Wait… What kind of tasks?



Well, I do need a new set of paintbrushes. But I reckon I could just order them off eBay.

But what was it you were after?

Hello? Come back!




Ah, Nuvema Town. Population: 12. It’s practically run by Me and Raphael. Nobody can hope to stand up to us.



Use your inside voice, Cheren. You’re shouting in my ear.



It’s my final say-so. But sure, you can have one. I already have mine. Also, her name is Pokémon Professor.



She might’ve seen a butterfree on her way over here and got distracted.



Next time, I’m having Raphael just create a cardboard substitute of you.



I threw them out the window. Where do you think they are, Bianca?



Right. See, Bianca? Cheren knows how things work.



Alright.






Hmm, there’s a pig and an otter. They both look kinda dead inside. Hey Cheren, since you like bacon so much, you can have the pig.



Because Raphael will kick your ass if I don’t get things my way.



Shit, she called my bluff. I’ve never battled with Raphael before.



Let’s do this. Come on Raph!





Ummm… What kind of moves does a Smeargle know? Uhh... Try to paint it?



Well, that’s not what I was hoping for.



Tackle, huh? Raph, do you think you could do something like that?



Come on, Raph. Aren’t you more coordinated than that?



Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?



Oh, another tackle. Ya still in this, Raph? Raph?



You still there, buddy?



You got lucky. (Raph, wake up!)



Was that sarcasm? Was it? You shut up!



I will murder you in your sleep!



You won. Stop rubbing it in. Oh, you mean the room.



“Dude, look what Raph did to your room.”

My TV! My PC! My Wii! Oh, wait, the Wii is fine. My easel! All my paintings! This is gonna cost a fortune to replace.

I guess my stuff can’t get any more broken. Except the Wii, of course. Raph seems somewhat eager. You know what? Let’s do this.



Round 2, Raph.



Use that tackle you used last time!



It’s faster?



Yes, this is the day you become a proper pig-farmer.



Well, up until you fell down the stairs, you did slightly better that time, Raphael. We’ll beat these guys one day.



I guess you are. Now do you mind if I go check whether my Smeargle’s still alive?



You're not gonna check on Raph with me? What kind of messed-up priority list is that?





Sorry enough to replace everything?

Dammit Mom, now we have to pay for everything ourselves. Do you have any money for it?



When Raph fell down the stairs here, yes.



Did you lose your glasses again? His arm’s dislocated.




That’s probably for the best. Come on, Raph, let’s go up to our room and get you to bed.

…

Did my computer survive?




Nope…

Now I can’t get those paintbrushes. Shit.