To be THE master.
By Carbuncle.


Standing alone on a cliff a lone figure looks out into the world,
it's so big the figure thinks to its self, will I be able to finish what I started?
Collecting pokemon for my cause, befriending them, tricking them it doesn't matter
as long as I had them the figure thought. Sitting down on the cold dirt the figure
looked to the stars for inspiration, a new light to shine through, he had to be the master
the figure thought, by any means he saw fit! But it was all so hard to get by day by day
nothing accomplished, more pokemon escaping his grasp and the constant travelling
not staying in place long enough to find more to add to his collection,
he needed to be more powerful just like his rival!
"Hey were are you?" a lone pretty voice called out as a red headed girl appeared out
of the foliage of the dense Forest, damn he thought no rest for the wicked as he got up and
started in her direction.
"priiiiiii!!!!" he called out, oh well he thought it was time for dinner...