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Competitive pokemon if it was WOKE:

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My favorite is Trans Rights the female Mr. Mime + Fickle the asexual non-binary Bronzong tag team

Wonderful display of battle prowess!
 
Imagine, if you will, a Pokemon that has no gender of its own but can become any Pokemon of any gender, and can therefore also breed with any Pokemon of any gender, making it bisexual. It would be purple, the color of bisexuals, to signify this. Also imagine this Pokemon to be made of some kind of goo, almost a fluid, even a 'gender fluid'. Imagine if you, the trainer, gave this Pokemon a 'choice scarf' to reflect its status as a member of the LGBTQ community. It's a Pokemon only the politically correct could come up with, of course.
 
ToroZuzu said:
Imagine, if you will, a Pokemon that has no gender of its own but can become any Pokemon of any gender, and can therefore also breed with any Pokemon of any gender, making it bisexual. It would be purple, the color of bisexuals, to signify this. Also imagine this Pokemon to be made of some kind of goo, almost a fluid, even a 'gender fluid'. Imagine if you, the trainer, gave this Pokemon a 'choice scarf' to reflect its status as a member of the LGBTQ community. It's a Pokemon only the politically correct could come up with, of course.
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Ah yes, Zoroark
 
ToroZuzu said:
Imagine, if you will, a Pokemon that has no gender of its own but can become any Pokemon of any gender, and can therefore also breed with any Pokemon of any gender, making it bisexual. It would be purple, the color of bisexuals, to signify this. Also imagine this Pokemon to be made of some kind of goo, almost a fluid, even a 'gender fluid'. Imagine if you, the trainer, gave this Pokemon a 'choice scarf' to reflect its status as a member of the LGBTQ community. It's a Pokemon only the politically correct could come up with, of course.
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Ah, yes. My favorite gen 1 pokemon

Muk
 
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards gayness and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by pride month with my opponent changing gender on me last minute without thinking about god, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My gender was superior, my orientation was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.

I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on propaganda from woke snowflakes that cancel people on X and love each other regardless of sex. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but the tournament of the week is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.

One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest inclusions you hurl with intent to create a safe space will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the twitlongers you make will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with straightness distilled from detachment.

for those who don't know, this is a parody of a copypasta and does not reflect my actual opinion
 
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Cancel cult said:
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards gayness and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by pride month with my opponent changing gender on me last minute without thinking about god, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My gender was superior, my orientation was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.

I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on propaganda from woke snowflakes that cancel people on X and love each other regardless of sex. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but the tournament of the week is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.

One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest inclusions you hurl with intent to create a safe space will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the twitlongers you make will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with straightness distilled from detachment.

for those who don't know, this is a parody of a copypasta and does not reflect my actual opinion
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remove the edit this is a totally unironic thread couldn't you tell we only have true opinions here
 
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