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What is this

Second.

Jigglypuff > Clefairy.

THIS IS BULLSHIT.

Jigglypuff and Clefairy in a battle...who would win?

I'm not new by the way, just dropping in and out. Again. I do this from time to time.

It would depend on the level. Jigglypuff was on Super Smash Bros. though. I see that as an advantage.

Clefairy has some neat tricks, but I'd much rather have Jigglypuff on my side in a bar fight.

Jigglypuff was always a fucking cunt in Super Smash Bros.
So yea, Jiggy would win.

Headlamp used Phoenix Down!

CRITICAL HIT!

IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE!

CLEFAIRY JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT.

okay now listen to me

clefable? the most broken piece of shit in the entire game.

mewtwo was one thing back on the OG gameboy cartridges, but now we have dark types and abilities and shit, and mewtwo is old news


^ the face of fear

clefable is a normal type which means she is immune to ghost (shadow ball, night shade, curse) and only has one weakness: fighting

her ability is Magic Guard which makes it so that she doesn't take damage from sources other than moves, meaning she ignores poison, burns, weather effects, leech seed... it even ignores shit like recoil damage and stealth rock.

so what you do is, you make her hold a Flame Orb, give her the moves Trick | Cosmic Power | Water Pulse/Toxic/Stored Power | Softboiled, and have her use Cosmic Power on the first turn. now she's burned, which halves her ATK stat, meaning she takes half damage from self-inflicted damage when confused - but doesn't take the burn damage because clefable does not give a shit! plus now her DEF and SPDEF are both at +50% of their initial values, meaning congratulations you now have a fucking Shuckle with double the HP. alternately you can use Trick on the opponent if you're pretty sure they don't have one of those gay Choice items, or if they're a non-fire-typed physical attacker like weavile or snorlax. burn shuts strong guys down immediately.

anyway clefable just sits and heals and buffs and heals and buffs and holy shit after a few turns she's a big ass brick, and if the opponent didn't pack Taunt or Whirlwind (who does?) or shit like Guillotine (for retards only) or new stuff that ignores defense or always crits (crits also ignore defense buffs, it's lame)... then they are completely fucked and can't do anything. confusion? fuck you faggot i don't take damage from confusion! also i don't take damage from you anymore because i've got a pocket full of cosmic radiation and a fist full of magic eggs so you can eat my dick all day!

and after you get buffed all to shit, you can start blasting them with your offensive move. nobody is immune to water pulse (except guys with abilities like Storm Drain and even then that doesn't protect them in Generation 4 games) and it beats the hell out of fire types which are immune to your Flame Orb hax, plus it has a chance to confuse, so you are an even bigger bitch to deal with! in Generation 5 though, you have access to Stored Power, which has 20 power + 20 additional power for every stack of buffs you have on; that means, once you have 6 stacks each in DEF and SPDEF from Cosmic Power, its power is 20 + (20 x 12) = 160!!! that's fucking stronger than Hyper Beam, but more accurate, doesn't require a recharge turn, and has twice the power points. also it's psychic type so it ruins fighting and poison types on the spot (but doesn't hit dark types).

anyway clefable is the biggest motherfucker in the whole game. wigglytuff has Cute Charm because contact with her gives you syphilis and that's the only useful thing she does. what i do is, i challenge random kids to pokemon battles over the internet, and i use the aforementinoed clefable build and i name her DOG CHOKER and pwn them to death.

I have the biggest un-gay boner for you right now.
Wanna get married?

i would but i'm banned from canada so you'd have to mail-order me or go mormon or something

we could go places and drink things and play music for pretty girls, it would be neat

Gay Mormon.
Awesome.

you know how your drunk friend comes into ventrilo maybe once a month when he remembers people are there

and he's always got a story to tell about how work sucks or politics sucks or your old friends from back home are treating him poorly or something?

well i finally got the other side of the story tonight

the drunk would always soak himself in irish carbombs and pop into ventrilo and tell everyone how "that faggot banned me from their apartment because all i did was show up and try to start an intelligent conversation about mathematics." all his stories were very moving and i always got the impression that the old a-team was treating him like shit ever since i moved to cali.

i brought up the topic of drunk, and specifically this math-talk incident, with said faggot, and faggot laughed and explained that, during the night in question, drunk actually drank all the liquor they had in the household AND THEN

I SHIT YOU NOT

while he was rummaging through the freezer, he pulled out a raw hotdog, and started waving it in faggot's face, shouting "PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE THE ONES WHO STEAL MY FUCKING JOBS" (faggot works at CVS and has for years). when the party woke up the next morning at like 5am, the hotdog was still on the counter, uncooked. evidently, drunk had become so absorbed in his tirade about how the tech support job market in indiana is total shit, he forgot to follow through with the hotdog scheme.

two hours later, drunk woke up and demanded someone drive him out to kroger so he could buy more alcohol. all involved refused, so by god he fucking WALKED to kroger, and came back two hours later with an empty bottle of EVERCLEAR. and half a bag of sour gummi worms.

he was pretty much persona non grata by this point, so everyone drew straws to see who would take him home; the short-straw saint grabs drunk and "offers to give him a ride home," and as soon as drunk and saint hit the house, drunk leans over on saint's shoulder and cries for a solid 45 minutes while telling him his life story.

i'm still deciding how exactly i'm going to address this with drunk the next time i see him. the last confirmed sighting we had of him, it was when slick took him out to a seedy hookah bar in the ghetto, and slick said "man, steve, i'm a regular partygoer, and i'm into the rave/ecstasy/social drinking thing, so when i tell you i've seen some people who can tolerate alcohol, you know i'm legit. so, so i took drunk out to the hookah bar, and listen to me: i lost count of how many drinks he had, but he was in a constant state of ordering a new one, for the four hours we were there. and he didn't even act buzzed. either he's got Dr. Hunter S. Thompson's superhuman liver, or he's built up a legendary tolerance over a long period of time."

so i guess i should cheer him on, sounds like he's found his calling