[Preemptive note: I'm not looking for pity or attention, I just need a place to vent this bullshit.]
March 23: I pick up my pre-ordered and patiently waited-for copy of Platinum. Much joy abounds.
March 24: I play Platinum. Catch three Starlys for the hell of it, use them to beat the shit out of blonde ADHD boy on several occasions.
Marsh 25: Discover the Pokemon Plaza or whatever it's called, the pointless place with the tap toys. Fuck around there for a little while.
March 26: Come home, DS (along with Platinum) is not there. Also missing are Diamond, all my other non-pokemon games, the laptop on which I have EVERYTHING, pokemon-related and otherwise, and all the money not hidden in my secret money-stash chocolate box. (And virtually nothing belonging to anyone else in the family.)
We call the police, who send a man who's shift is ending soon and shows it. He asks questions, we tell him we suspect our neighbors across the street, he tries to call in a detective and finally succeeds after about 20 minutes. This entire time one of the hoodlums living at the house across the street is staring at the polce car in front of our house.
The detective finally arrives, also clearly disinterested in the case, asks some questions, dusts for fingerprints and takes mine, then tells us he'll file the report Monday and leaves. The police officer finally goes across the street to question the neighbor boy, who gives him a story about a "dark-skinned man with a mustache" going into our house and leaving 10 minutes later. Why didn't he call the police? Didn't have a phone, of course.
The policeman comes back to our house, talks with us some more, and meanwhile the neighbors det in their car and driveaway. The policeman leaves.
Great sizzling donkeyfuck.
So who else has pokemon-related burglary stories?
March 23: I pick up my pre-ordered and patiently waited-for copy of Platinum. Much joy abounds.
March 24: I play Platinum. Catch three Starlys for the hell of it, use them to beat the shit out of blonde ADHD boy on several occasions.
Marsh 25: Discover the Pokemon Plaza or whatever it's called, the pointless place with the tap toys. Fuck around there for a little while.
March 26: Come home, DS (along with Platinum) is not there. Also missing are Diamond, all my other non-pokemon games, the laptop on which I have EVERYTHING, pokemon-related and otherwise, and all the money not hidden in my secret money-stash chocolate box. (And virtually nothing belonging to anyone else in the family.)
We call the police, who send a man who's shift is ending soon and shows it. He asks questions, we tell him we suspect our neighbors across the street, he tries to call in a detective and finally succeeds after about 20 minutes. This entire time one of the hoodlums living at the house across the street is staring at the polce car in front of our house.
The detective finally arrives, also clearly disinterested in the case, asks some questions, dusts for fingerprints and takes mine, then tells us he'll file the report Monday and leaves. The police officer finally goes across the street to question the neighbor boy, who gives him a story about a "dark-skinned man with a mustache" going into our house and leaving 10 minutes later. Why didn't he call the police? Didn't have a phone, of course.
The policeman comes back to our house, talks with us some more, and meanwhile the neighbors det in their car and driveaway. The policeman leaves.
Great sizzling donkeyfuck.
So who else has pokemon-related burglary stories?
