the smuggler’s bible

Bill Chess

Bill Chess trudges through the muck in the sewers under the city. Someone told him there was a lapras down here.

He turns a corner and interrupts a deep denizen from its terrible hunt. The prey creature squeals and flaps madly off into the gloom. Red eyes turn toward him, glowing like coals.

“What do you seek in my realm, manling.”

“Uh. Sorry, do you own this place or …?”

The beast hisses and steps closer.

Bill Chess bounces a Poke Ball off of the thing’s forehead, but—as it turns out—that doesn’t immediately solve all of his problems.