When I was 10 years old I became the most powerful entity in the Pokémon universe. Every gym leader fell, the Pokémon league, The Elite 4, Champions and even the famed Pokémon Masters were all beaten. All done and dusted before I was even a teenager. But why was it all just so easy?

Brock's reluctance to battle proved to be his downfall as I beat him in my first battle with just my Pikachu, a type disadvantage! He didn't even get in a hit! Misty? Awww, poor Misty...Pikachu once again performed the second of many clean sweeps. Two Gyms down, why is this so effortless? Two Gyms, with one Pokémon, did renowned professionals and expert Pokémon minds really call this the ultimate challenge? Well, I don't see it, it was starting to get a little boring. Of course I had to catch more Pokémon (though let's be honest, did I really need it?) Oh, look: Charmander, Squirtle and Bulbasaur. Most other normal, run of the mill little trainers usually only get one of these, they choose them of course, it's unlikely they could even hope to catch one of them in the wild. Well, guess what? I got 'em all. Wild - check. Earned – check. Stronger than the basic starters Professor Oak gave to any hopeful nobody? Well, of course...

Next, there was more gym of course. My triple pronged attack with my three starters annihilated Lt Surge with military precision. Who was next? Ahh Ericka. I hope Charmander's fire didn't burn her Pokémon too badly. Why did I use Charmander, you ask? Well, my friends, I could see in my sadistic little badass that evolution was imminent. I was right. I hoped Charmander's flame didn't hurt her weeds too badly; I couldn't care less what Charmeleon did to them. More Gym Leaders spouted off about the expertise in their chosen field and bragged about how their type would destroy my soldiers. Sabrina, Koga, Blaine, come on down! Tut tut tut I expected better. Well needless to say: veni, vidi, vici(I came, I saw, I conquered. C'mon get with it!). Oh I'm sorry, did that sound arrogant?

I wasn't expecting this, you know. I was told horror stories, murderous tales of the dangerous paths Trainers take. People, strong powerful trainers, have died in Viridian Forest and why wouldn't they? Venusaurs, Scythers, Victreebels and a litter of others rule that fabled forest. Mt Moon, Cerulean Cave, Rock Tunnel, Victory Road, it's the same story. And yet, nothing could touch me, I walked through with barely a scratch.

Then the Indigo league came, finally a chance to face the best, to beat the best! Well, I did. I got through the group stages, the final 64, final 32, final 16, quarter finals...semi finals...final. I won the Pokemon League.

What did I do next you ask?

Well...

Then I joined Team Rocket...