Introduction
"We were idiots. We thought our little perfect world was gonna last forever. What nation trains it's children to fight if it does not want war? And when they told us other regions were attacking us, we weren't smart enough to question it. We rushed to "save" our people. At first, there were minor skirmishes. We went in groups, deep into the enemy territory, taking out power plants and similar. And then Kanto and Johto regions formed an alliance.
Our first victim was Mossdeep city. They told us Hoenn was preparing and attack from Mossdeep. We went in force. No one cared about the 6 Pokemon rule anymore. We were carrying the balls in backpacks, packing as many of them as we could. The siege lasted through the night. We had technology to bring Pokemon back from the brink of death, but nothing could bring back the dead. So we killed. And they killed us. Finally, 6 hours into the fight, we managed to destroy their Poke Center.
After that, they didn't stand a chance. After their pokemon were dead, we burned the city down. That's were I lost my Charizard. Two... kids. Defiant, angry kids. Their Solrock and Lunatone teamed up on my Charizard while he was burning the place down. I watched him die. The kids died soon afterwards. The city was burned down to a crisp. We fell back. When reinforcements arrived in the morning, from Lilycove and Sootopolis, there were no survivors left to save.
Soon, all regions were fighting one another. Our experienced pokemon died soon, and there was no time to train the new pokemon. They were sent to us at the front lines, newly captured. Most of my team was alive at that time, so I didn't use the new pokemon. That made me strong. That made me an officer. No one even bothered to catch rare pokemon anymore. Swarms of Butterfree were spraying poison gas at enemy cities, while packs of Bedrill picked of anyone trying to escape.
At one point. We caught too many. There were fewer and fewer pokemon left to capture. So they gave us guns. Told us to fight. And we did. I don't know whose brilliant idea it was to use nuclear weapons, but all the regions got the same idea at once. I used to be called Ash. Then they called me Lieutenant- Commander Ash, hero of Mossdeep city. Or butcher, depends on the side. And now, they call me the Hermit. I still believe this world can be saved. Even in this dead wasteland there is hope.
Take a look at the world around you. Look, I tell you. Ghost pokemon used to be rare, and look at them now. Pokemon used to stay clear of humans, and now they attack us like rabid dogs. We used to be friends with pokemon. But you wouldn't remember. You've never even seen a pokeball. Well, here... look. This little thing used to contain a pokemon. Only he was never in it. He hated it's guts. How did he get in this? I've got no idea...
We had scientists back then. And they created all sorts of wonders. Yet, everything they created was used to butcher, to kill. The pokemon in this particular pokeball? Oh, no, he survived the war. He died a few years back. Radiation exposure. He was the last one of my team. He was the first one I got, too. He was sick for years. I traveled the whole world... I hoped a Pokemon center survived somewhere, that I could save him somehow. It was stupid, I know...
You wouldn't understand it. To you, pokemon are beasts. They are monsters doing their best to end what's left of humanity. But think about it. We did this to them. We forced them to fight and kill each other. We hunted them to use in our war until there were almost none of them left. And then, we dropped down our nukes to kill what little of them remained. When did you last see a Ponyta? A Scyther? Do you even know what a Bulbasaur looked like? I used to have one...
I don't even find it sad anymore. What happened to us, I mean. We brought it upon ourselves... and pokemon will survive, I hope. I'm only sad that your generation will never know what's it like to be friends with a pokemon. If only your generation could know what pokemon are really like, if only you could stop gunning them down like monsters... No! They are not monsters! They may be broken, savage now, but we made them that way, and we have to fix them.
You don't believe me, don't you? I can't blame you. It's hard to imagine these... pokemon were ever those beautiful, gentle creatures I remember. But they were... and I'm sure they can, again. Here, take this. No, I insist. No! Pikachu is dead, and this pokeball will not bring him back. It might be the last one in the world, I don't know. Take it. Go out there and capture a pokemon. Why? I don't know. Maybe I hope you will change the world back. I've lost everything. Don't take my dreams away."