Disclaimer : I do not own Pokemon
Note - Absolutely everything in the story is completely made up and I only included poke'mon of the original 150 species as they are easier to remember and of course for nostalgia for all you pokemon lovers. Enjoy :)
Well, once upon a time a young syther was frolicking amongst the foliage with his friends, laughing as sythers laugh, dancing as sythers dance, and drooling as dogs drool. Indeed, sythers have a way of drooling when they are having a good time. 'Tis quite unfortunate, as sythers seem most sophisticated creatures, and twice as threatening with their sickle-like claws and dinosaur-ish build. But alas, they drool.
Perhaps you thought this was going to be a STORY story. Loyal reader, within these pages you will discover the deeper, more detailed personalities of our beloved poke'mon. We control the horizontal and the vertical. You will encounter the frightening, the odd, the cute, and the ugly traits of these organisms that only a seasoned expert trainer/breeder/professor/master/gym leader/emperor such as myself could have studied successfully. Because you NEVER see sythers frolicking. The thought is almost inconceivable for one who has never seen it. But my skill and talent and years of experience has revealed to me secrets beyond imagination. Therefore, come, you thirsty minds, and learn everything about what you have always dreamed of learning about - Poke'mon.
As we embark on our journey through the land of poke'mon, there is a rippling in the lake...an unnatural rippling. "Surely 'tis simply a frogling!" you may say. But oho no. Look carefully. Notice that the ripples are appearing in different regions of the lake, and that they are shaped with a curve and arc and smooth lazily back into the surface of the water. No frogling could produce such a ripple! It can be nothing less than the gentle goldeen's mating ritual. It dances smoothly with its partner beneath the water and comes up, just a little, to peck at the surface. This is an extremely rare occurrence, for it only happens once every four and a half years, how lucky we are to see it!
You seem to be in awe. Yes, it was quite a remarkable discovery for you, but just wait. That small discovery soon will be dwarfed by the great fantastic things you shall see later. For look yonder towards those trees! No, those ones! No, look where I am pointing...see those birch trees gathered tightly about in a sort of small thicket, with the large maple to the right of it?
Yes! Look at that caterpie, feeding innocently on those leaves. I bet you that it has never tasted a poke'block before! Here, take this temtatious indigo poke'block that I have retrieved from my deluxe, handy, nifty backpack that stores everything a poke'mon watcher could ever want or need. Ah ah ah, now, don't eat it. Certain kinds of poke'blocks can be deadly to humans if consumed. Luckily for you, this one would have only made you sick, but I'd rather not see that either. My dear old aunt died that way, you know. She had gotten lost in the Safari Zone and all she had were poke'blocks, and she was so hungry that she ate some, thinking that it would nourish her rather than kill her. But alas, they found her a week later and confirmed that she died of lung cancer, and she had eaten the purple and brown poke'blocks. Apparently that combination causes lung cancer. I studied up on all of their effects. But don't worry, if you are hungry, I have brought some poke'block flavored gummies if you so wish.
But right now we must...stay a moment, what were we doing? Ah yes, the caterpie!