This poetic story is like my little baby! The result of my absolutely poetic and capable brain's fantasy when under the influence of having smoked White Widow skunk from DENMARK!The STRONG stuff! ;)
What I'm trying to do here is, that I try to li-te-ral-ly HYPNOTIZE people with my words! Read them with passion, just give it a shot! I assure you that you will at least get as high as I currently am! And actually, yes, I'm already doing it, as you can feel your squirmy little brain telling you... So since it works, I'll simply just go on to the beginning of this story! :)
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And so, it begins...
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*note - The theme of this story is: "How would it turn out if the Pokémon universe and its characters suddenly became realistic?".
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10 years... Today, it's exactly 10 years since Ash gave up on his dream about becoming a Pokémon Master. And he clearly remember his reason for doing that: he was 26 by that time. He had travelled through 148 regions by then, seen over 15.000 different kinds of Pokémon, defeated 115 gym leaders, and, to turn these achievements around... he had actually managed to achieve absolutely li-te-ral-ly NOTHING!
Even Pikachu, his best Pokémon and best friend, died when it turned 5 years old. It was a very young age, even for a mammal Pokémon, which usually lives much shorter lives than humans; their average lifespan is 8 years! Well, at least Pikachu had a good life... But now, despite having lived a good life, the very reason for it having lived a good life is turned into absolutely li-te-ral-ly NOTHING!
It's reason for having lived a good life was that it fought to make Ash's dream come true; and it didn't! The very purpose of Pikachu's life is gone, because when Pikachu died, so did Ash's will to fight, and his big dream; the dream of becoming a Pokémon Master. To be the very best that no one ever was... But what a wild power demonstration of bad luck against our weak human minds that we may get influenced so extremely much by! It's insane... And sad. SO - very - fucking - SAD!!! (sad) (sad) (sad)...
The End. *pleddiyeeeeeng*
What I'm trying to do here is, that I try to li-te-ral-ly HYPNOTIZE people with my words! Read them with passion, just give it a shot! I assure you that you will at least get as high as I currently am! And actually, yes, I'm already doing it, as you can feel your squirmy little brain telling you... So since it works, I'll simply just go on to the beginning of this story! :)
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And so, it begins...
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*note - The theme of this story is: "How would it turn out if the Pokémon universe and its characters suddenly became realistic?".
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
v v v v v v v
10 years... Today, it's exactly 10 years since Ash gave up on his dream about becoming a Pokémon Master. And he clearly remember his reason for doing that: he was 26 by that time. He had travelled through 148 regions by then, seen over 15.000 different kinds of Pokémon, defeated 115 gym leaders, and, to turn these achievements around... he had actually managed to achieve absolutely li-te-ral-ly NOTHING!
Even Pikachu, his best Pokémon and best friend, died when it turned 5 years old. It was a very young age, even for a mammal Pokémon, which usually lives much shorter lives than humans; their average lifespan is 8 years! Well, at least Pikachu had a good life... But now, despite having lived a good life, the very reason for it having lived a good life is turned into absolutely li-te-ral-ly NOTHING!
It's reason for having lived a good life was that it fought to make Ash's dream come true; and it didn't! The very purpose of Pikachu's life is gone, because when Pikachu died, so did Ash's will to fight, and his big dream; the dream of becoming a Pokémon Master. To be the very best that no one ever was... But what a wild power demonstration of bad luck against our weak human minds that we may get influenced so extremely much by! It's insane... And sad. SO - very - fucking - SAD!!! (sad) (sad) (sad)...
The End. *pleddiyeeeeeng*
