I'm an average Magby, and my new name is Blaze. But there is one little detail. I'm in a simulated clearing in what I understand to be a red and white ball with a gray button on the front. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Let us wind the clock back about two hours earlier. It was a bad day, and I had been dragged from my volcano by a bunch of jerk Charizards, and had been slammed into the Cherry Grove lake shore. I Had a terrible headache, and I was really close to the water, so I got dragged into the water by more mean pokemon, these being Goldeen and Seaking. Then, a giant Gyarados appeared, and started chasing me. I'm not the best swimmer, so I got caught.

He used a whirlpool on me, and I was stuck. Odds weren't looking good, huh? Lucky for me, a seemingly random Piplup came along to my aid. But he wasn't random. He had a human with him. One particularly stupid looking human.

The weird part was that at sight of Piplup, the Gyarados went away as fast as he could. Leaving me. Whoopee! NO. Definitely not. I was then beat to hell by the Piplup, without even knowing what had happened. He just pummeled me with a barrage of bubbles, and then beat to near unconsciousness with his flippers, and I didn't even know how that was possible.

I'm just about to lose consciousness when the Piplup disappeared in a flash of red light. Then that ball I mentioned earlier is thrown at me, and I have no idea what went down after that. I felt a tugging sensation and found myself in that simulated clearing. I tried to get out, but I was too exhausted.

So, we're back where I started. I had been in that clearing for two hours until I was let out again, only to find myself facing a Sentret. Anyways, the stupid human told me to pound the thing, and I, being a gracious Magby, obliged.

It came to tackle me, but I dodged, and it fell flat on its face. So I shot it with an Ember, and it sprawled onto its back, completely and utterly unconscious. My "trainer", as he called himself, told me good job and to get back into the "PokeBall." So that's what he was calling it now. Either way, the good job was well received, but I was not getting back into that ball.

So, I found myself walking along next to that Piplup, since apparently he strongly disliked Pokeballs as well.

"My name is Blizzard, by the way."

After that, Blizzard and I got on quite well. We had some decent conversations, and finally I decided to tell him my name, even if he already knew.

"You may already know, but I guess my name is Blaze." I had never had a name before, and I quite liked that name. There was also, by human standards, a female travelling with…I hadn't caught his name yet.

"He as a pathetically obvious crush on her. At least, that's what I have gathered, based on how moronic he acts around her. But, since we're pokemon, as they call us, its a little hard to tell if she's attractive or not. By the way," Blizzard said,"His name is Brandon, and her name is Ashley."

Blizzard, or Blizz as I had called him, now, had taken on a variety of trainers, as had I. The first battle was fought by Blizz, and the opposing trainer was a kid who, on appearance, didn't look like he was very good at battling. This theory held true as the kid's Hoothoot was completely destroyed by Blizz. Based on the huge bump on its head, I'd say he had a fair concussion, too.

A few trainers later, we came upon another stupidly dressed trainer appeared.

This trainer looked fairly more imposing, and there seemed to be a fair bit of rivalry between Brandon and him.

"Doesn't look like you have very much control over your Pokemon, considering they're out of their Pokeballs. If I were you, I'd demand they stay."

"Shut up, Jake. That's not how you're supposed to raise Pokemon. You have to be nice to them, and give them what they want, in moderation. But I guess you wouldn't know how to raise people properly, considering your mother, despite being rich, was an abusive whore."

"You shut your mouth about my mother," Jake yelled.

" I'd punch you, but in this world, we settle things with Pokemon battles. Cyndaquil, GO!"

"Jet! GO!" Brandon sent me on the incredibly fast and angry Cyndaquil. It charged at me, about to tackle me. I, being fast as well, managed to easily avoid the tackle. It was pretty fast though, so it managed to come back on its feet, only to charge at me again. I attempted to dodge again, only to fail miserably and fall on my back with the thing on top of me.

"I respect my trainer, while you do not. He obviously is a poor one."

"I believe I'm about to disprove you on both of those accounts," I said with a devilish grin, as I kicked it off of me, and blasted it with an Ember. Its high pitched voice sounded more comedic than menacing, so when I thought back on when it tried to intimidate me, I couldn't help but laugh.

As it fell back down to the ground, it tried to land on its feet, but it was upside down, so it fell on its head, unconscious. Jake ran up to it, and scolded it for not being better.

"You lousy, good-for-nothing Cyndaquil! What were you thinking?"

I high-fived Brendon, and then we both had a good laugh because of how ridiculous Jake looked yelling at an unconscious Pokemon. He recalled his Cyndaquil.

"You'll pay for this, I swear it."

"Big talk, considering you just got your butt kicked by Blaze! Oh, and I don't mean that you're bad, Blaze." He couldn't understand me, but I said it anyway.

"It's cool, bro."

We had a few more battles on the way down to the next town, Violet City, and, every once in a while, when Blizz and I appeared tired or had gone unconscious (which was incredibly uncommon, only when we were poisoned along the trail or something like that), he would rush back to a red roofed building, put us in our Pokeballs, and the nurse there (she is so nice)would put us on a machine and we would feel completely rejuvenated. That's what I had seen with some other pokemon, and I could only assume that's what happens to me and Blizz.

I guess this whole thing won't be too bad after all. I may even get something out of this. Maybe some friends, maybe some laughs, and maybe even a mate. And, I'm starting to warm up to Brendon.