Chapter 00: Prologue

*Bzzt* "The year is 2019 *Bzzt*nd the world is no longer under our control." *Bzzt* "It all happened so fast, we didn't stand a chance. We were*Bzzt*tnumbered and outgunned." *Bzzt* "They used our own nukes against us for Arceus sake!" *Bzzt* "They didn't let up their assault, they kept on until our holdout in the old warehouse was destroyed… My whole family k*Bzzt*ed by those Morph bastards!" *Bzzzzzt* "My whole squad butchered by a *Bzzzzzzt* Morph, I got nothing left to fight for… I'm sorry; Arceus have mercy on my soul." *Bang* *Thud*

I sighed as I put the camera away, thought that would be something useful, not some suicide crap.

Oh, didn't see you there. Maybe you're wondering what that dude was talking about, well, I'll explain all I've learned over the past ten years.

For one thing it's not 2019, it's actually 2043.

Sometime around the Sixteenth or Seventeenth Century humans and Pokemon started to merge together, creating a whole new breed of being. They looked human in appearance but were Bipedal, had Pokémon attributes like ears, a tail etc. and could speak the human language. They were very similar to humans as they could use our tech and even breed with us, they could also utilize the abilities of Pokémon; steel wing Ice beam and thunder-shock to name a few, but their power was about half as powerful as a Pokémon's.

But of course there were some people who saw them as monsters or abominations that needed to be killed off. At first they were hunted for sport and isolated and cut off from the human race, then sometime later some were captured and used as slave labor, but as time passed and various laws established, they were released from the captivity of their slave owners and integrated into society and peace soon reigned across earth and Pokémorphs were almost treated as equals… Keyword Almost.

Due to all the crap that went on in the fifties up to the seventies, such as morphs not being paid the same amount of money as their Human co-workers. Anti-Pokémorph groups like the Brotherhood of Humana, a group that has intense hate for Pokémorph kind, typical racist bullshit. Etc. They began to loathe the human race.

Sometime around the eighties Pokémorph Idealists started popping up here and there and started spreading propaganda about why they had to live among such "Inferior creatures." Such as humans, the idealists saw us as "Gods Mistakes" "An Inferior Breed." Or some shit like that, they said the same about Pokémon as well, they saw them lowly beasts that have no place on earth.

And of course their ideas spread like Raging Firestorm let loose by a pissed off Groudon in heat! Okay maybe I'm overreacting, but they managed to get morphs (Which made up a good third of overall life on earth) to believe in it.

By 2015 that's when it all hit the fan. They declared war on us, a war that involved every Man Women Child and Pokémon, and this was forever known as "The Pokémorph Revolution." Every government obviously took action and retaliated with their armies, but for some reason we lost… Why?

The reason why, humans with the most advanced tech and weaponry and skilled men lost against an enemy that should be no powerful then us? We were outnumbered and outgunned; we were up against forces that could wield the very elements at their fingertips, Fire, water, even freaking grass for Mew's sake, even the wind and psychic powers! And people wonder why we lost, humans versus Pokémorph? Pretty obvious who would win there.

The war, I guess you could say officially "Ended" around 2027, but scattered guerrilla forces and resistance comprised of humans, and Pokémorphs that didn't agree with the newly formed Pokémorph empire's radical ways remain, desperately fighting back against an enemy with whatever they got.

The outcome of the Revolution, the morphs get to live in the vast utopias that were built over our cities, Humans? We get to live in the ruins and wastes of the world.

Pokémorphs get the best in medical care, grade A technology, a perfect education, great food and money comes out the ass and a decent place to live to boot, along with a toilet to shit in.

Human life, you're screwed, you get nothing. There's no medical care out here and no safe place to hide out, out here People fight over the most trivial of things, from small scraps of stale bread to a quart of dirty water. The Morphs use us for their own entertainment, making us fight for small scraps of food or just to satisfy their sadistic side, its madness.

My name is Dustin Morin, and I'm one of the few thousand survivors living out here in the war torn battlegrounds of Michigan, I'm alone out here, no family and no friends, they're all dead, except me.

Maybe you're wondering why I haven't killed myself yet. I mean I got nobody to fight for, nothing to protect, what keeps me going? Well, I don't know what really, maybe there is some benevolent force watching over me or something, hell how should I know, maybe the gods have plans for me.

But I'll tell you one thing. Even though Life out here is hell and everybody could be out to get me.

I am not going down without a fight… so come and get me.