General Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon. It belongs to Nintendo!
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I don't like pokemon. I really don't. Pokemon training is in no way appealing to me.
Sure, there are some uses for pokemon out there. Certain flying pokemon deliver mail, the machop family helped move us in, and so on. However, I never liked these pokemon. In reality I am a bit afraid of each and every one.
Call it stereotyping, but I can list a reason why I hate almost each type.
Bug pokemon are just plain creepy, crawly, and nasty. Sure, Butterfree and a few others can be exceptions, but a butterfree still wields some nasty psychic and poison abilities.
Dark pokemon are mean and most of them are evil.
Dragon pokemon can be described with one word: Ferocious. Granted, a dratini is sweet and almost cute. But once that thing evolves into a dragonite... Say goodbye to your jugular.
Electric pokemon are perhaps one of my least favorites, having had many encounters with Voltorb and Magnemite in the nearby power plant whilst playing with friends.
Fighting pokemon want to beat you up and snap you in half.
Fire pokemon have no qualms about turning you into a pile of ash.
Flying pokemon would willingly scratch or peck your eyes out.
Ghost pokemon are scary, mischievous, and want to steal your soul.
Grass pokemon will happily snare you with vines and strangle you to death.
You can be drowned by water pokemon.
Steel pokemon can do all sorts of fun stuff. Smash you like a rock pokemon, or perhaps slice you to bits.
Psychic pokemon are manipulative and untrustable.
Poison pokemon are perhaps the worst of all. They gain pleasure from watching your life slowly slip away into nothingness.
Ground pokemon are simply filthy. But worse than that, they can swallow you up into the ground and suffocate you.
And lastly, ice pokemon would think it was cool to freeze you in a block of ice.
About the only pokemon without anything too bad they can do to you is the normal type. And there's even a few exceptions there. Namely kangaskhan, tauros, and ursaring. Let sleeping snorlax lie, as well.
I'm not really paranoid. That thing about the grass pokemon is perfectly reasonable. Though, a lot of my friends did not think so. They were all extremely fascinated by pokemon. That's why we ended up playing at the power plant. However, that's not exactly relevant here. Besides, they're all off being trainers now.
It's not that I was never exposed to pokemon. In fact, it was the complete opposite. My mother won the indigo conference in her younger years, though she never traveled outside of Kanto except for a few trips to Johto. She did not even participate in the Silver Conference. Thus, she has an entire team of pokemon that live with us. Now, she spends her time breeding Eevee pups from her Jolteon.
Do I have a baby Eevee? No. Have I been offered one? A thousand times.
My mother was a bit disappointed by this fact. Especially in the shadow of my elder sister of three years, who had left at ten to become a coordinator. Now seventeen, she's won the Ribbon Cups of both Kanto and Johto.
From what I hear from my sister, our father was quite the trainer as well. He'd won both the Indigo and Silver Conference. However, that's all we really know as our Mom refuses to speak of him for the most part. He left when I was four to take of the Hoenn League and has not been back since then.
Perhaps that's part of my disdain towards pokemon. Or perhaps it's because I don't exactly get along well with any of my mother's.
Either way, all I know is that I dream of opening up a noodle cart. For that, I need no pokemon's assistance. Sure, my mother tried to protest that, trying to convince me to become a pokemon trainer. Right around my twelfth birthday, two years ago, she gave up.
Now, just a a few weeks after my fourteenth birthday, something has changed. Something that has shoved me, unwillingly, into the world of pokemon.
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