Once upon a time,
Two types of creatures inhabited the earth; the pokémon, and the humans. The two lived in harmony, each supplying the other: the humans with their curiosity and creativeness, the pokémon with their hardy natures and their drive. The entire world was at peace. Until the Feral Strain came into existence.
The Feral Strain only affected pokémon, and it was completely untraceable. Once it was contracted, the infected pokémon would grow hostile to all others unless they also had the strain, meaning they would try to destroy all humans and non-infected on sight.
Due to this, relations between the humans and the pokémon became ripe with conflict. Then, a startling bit of knowledge came to the surface: it turned out that the humans themselves had accidently created and released the Strain in one of their 'labs'.
The pokémon were outraged. The banished the humans. No one knows what happened to them. Some think they fled to another land. Others say another world. Some even think they bred with some of the more 'humaniod' pokémon, but no one knows for sure.
All seemed lost until a pokémon by the name of Isaac discovered a way to reverse the Strain. But that's a story for another day.
Goodness, would go you look at the moon! I've held you for far to long! Go on home now kids. Tell you what, tomorrow I'll tell you the story of the time gears. For now, its time for you to leave.
