Paralysation is the bleakest future imaginable. I should know. I've lived in a time when the world was green and healthy, and a time when the darkness never ends.
You might be familiar with a Pokémon called Grovyle. Well, this is before his time, when the world was newly paralysed.
When the darkness first fell, nobody knew how to deal with it. It took weeks for me to come to terms with what had befallen my home, and weeks more to realize there was nothing I could do.
Some Pokémon went mad. Others swore alliance to the only Pokémon who they believed could salvage this world and make a living for them, Primal Dialga.
I would never work for him. He's the reason this happened. And there are more Pokémon like me, Pokémon who are neither mad nor serving Primal Dialga. In a world that Primal Dialga has under his thumb, we're referred to as rogues.
That's not true. We're the only survivors of what the world used to be. Everyone else has surrendered to the darkness.
Grovyle was born into a paralysed world, and grew up to become to saviour of this terrible future. But before him there was little hope. We all just did our best to survive.
As for me, I was born in a humble village, to a thoroughly middleclass family. I had many relatives, and we all lived together. We were all very close. I knew everyone in my village by name. I never wanted to be an explorer or anything, I just wanted to start a family of my own and grow old while surrounded by my grandchildren.
I remember the day Temporal Tower collapsed so vividly. Everyone was running and screaming. The earth was breaking up beneath our feet. Buildings crumbled on top of families. The sky blackened, and I watched the sun go out, before my very eyes.
I tried to save them, but I failed. My family died with the sun. My whole village was destroyed, and everyone who lived in it was killed. I managed to pull their bodies from the rubble, but they wouldn't wake up.
I wasn't the only survivor. There was another. But a giant fissure in the ground had separated us, and we had no choice but to go our own ways. I regret that I didn't try harder to get to her. I might have been able to save her.
You see, she took a very different path to me. I went on to become one of the most influential rogues. I would spend most of my life rebelling against Primal Dialga's oppression.
And she went on to become Primal Diagla's closest, most trusted servant. She would spend all her life carrying out his dirty work. She spent all her life scouring the world to eliminate anyone who dared oppose Primal Dialga, flanked by an army of Sableye.
In this desolate future, no one survived very long. I'm not exception. In the grand scheme of things, my tale isn't very important. But I'd still like to tell it, if you'll listen. It's proof that even in this future, before Grovyle or Dusknoir, Pokémon still dared to hope.
My name is Antonio. Antonio Gliscor.