Chuck Stein’s PCA Blog: Hello, My Name is Chuck
By Deadpooljte23

Hello! Yo! Hola! Yola! Fifth Greeting!

Welcome to my blog. If you are reading this, then you are in for a treat. My name is Chuck Stein. I am a Rhyperior at the Poke Combat Academy, or PCA, in my Junior year. Since everyone and their neighbor has their very own blog, it was just a matter of time before I made my own. Now its time for Chuck’s say!

So many strange things go unnoticed here at PCA. I mean, sure there are the stories that everyone knows about. But there are plenty of strange happenings that occur and no one even pays attention!

That fight a couple a months back for instance. You know the one. It was between that Nicole Blackclaw and the freshman Charmander. I wasn’t there, but I can guess that nobody heard about what happened to me and my pals that day. Let me fill you in.

Me and my friend Sid were engulfed in a heated discussion as to what we would do if we won the lottery. I’m not going to elaborate on that conversation at the moment because its not relevant to the story. If you were hoping to hear a witty tale about dinosaurs and pirates, then your SOL. What, you gonna cry? Suck it up. Patience is a virtue. I’m saving it for another day.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, right…for reasons I can’t remember, our polite discussion took a turn for the worse. Apparently, we were incapable of sharing our theoretical money. Words were exchanged, fingers were raised. Eventually, our teammate Casper intervened. He set up a challenge. The first mon to get him a bag of pork rinds would be declared the winner and sole owner of our imaginary winnings. Sid and I set off in our separate directions to find Casper his pork rinds. (Looking back, in retrospect, I wonder why we couldn’t just flip a coin or something.)

I looked high and low for these fabled rinds of pork. In cupboards, vending machines, even under my mattress. Nothing, except a pudding cup. I like pudding.

I wanted, nay, needed those imaginary millions. I had an imaginary mortgage to pay, damn it all! Then a thought struck me. Where do they keep all the food they plan on feeding us? Give up? The kitchen. I ran as fast as I could, and two hours later I was there. Surprisingly, there were already people there.

Me: Um…hey Weaver, Zeke, Bubba.

Bubba: Sup, dude. What can we do you for?

Chuck: Well, this might sound weird, but you wouldn’t happen to have any pork rinds would you?

Weaver: Like these?

Chuck: Could I grab a few?

Their indifferent shrugs warmed my heart. With my mission accomplished, I returned to Casper triumphant. He bestowed upon to me the vast imaginary riches. I celebrated doing my happy dances, which consisted mostly of me jiggling my already jiggly body. Sid came back an hour later covered in bruises and wearing what appeared to be a red sundress. When I asked him what he did, all he could say was: Never. Again.

So that’s that. I still don’t know what happened to Sid. I hope to keep it that way.

P.S. When Sid heard that he missed a girl fight and a flashing by Princess Blackclaw, he let out a scream not unlike a little girls. Ha, good times.

Their indifferent shrugs warmed my heart.

Favorite line. ;>