At one point, the world was peaceful, calm, and without war. This period of time was brief, however, as no single pair of nations can not be at war with each other at any given time. Yet, that period of peace was real, despite the well-known rules of coexisting cultures. Sadly, its brevity was inevitable.

Then, sometime around the late 2080s came the Industrial 2.0 Era. All animals were indirectly eradicated with the total consumption of natural resources. So shamelessly did the humans put an end to all species, vertebrates and invertebrates alike, mammals and reptiles, birds and amphibians, et cetera...

Then came along a concerned scientist from Port Euwin. His name was Mark Chan. Though he was impressed by what the human race had done, he was unnerved by the absence of animals. He could cope with the unnatural oxygen that the industrial machinery produces, but he felt hollow without his loyal St. Bernard at his side while he worked. Years passed as he grew more and more into an frail and empty man, but finally, he did what most humans would think utterly impossible. By manipulating millions of dollars worth of dark matter, or some kind of quantum mechanics, he discovered a multiversial realm in which he was satisfied with. Chan tore through hundreds of dimensions until he found this specific one, and then, with a mere flick of a switch, the universe and the multiverse became one.

What stood before Chan in the product chamber was a brown and salmon-colored quadruped. Fellow scientists looked from Chan's elated face to the creature. In their eyes, they saw an abomination from Hell. They saw a dog with horns and a pronged tail. In a biblical sense (in those days, religion was most of the world's monarch), the creature was Lucifer in the form of a mutt. Chan called it a "hound," naming it after the hunting dog. (Shortly after witnessing the hound spit flames from its mouth at the coworkers in exasperation, Chan decided to change its name to the houndoom.)

At first, the creatures that the machines and dark matter produced were neutral with the humans. After a tense moment or two of panic, the creatures would grow used to their new world. Chan's coworkers deliberately overlooked the beings, though they really were an unnerving sight.

Before they were let loose into the city of Port Euwin, Mark Chan ran plenty of tests on the creatures, to make sure they really were safe. These tests mostly included prodding the creatures with sticks in quite an amateurish way. The scientists were terrified out of their wits, you see. The creatures gnawed, burned, disintegrated, and thrashed at the sticks, but they didn't show this kind of aggression towards the humans. They were...somewhat playful, like newborn pups, but with laser vision.

Chan referred to the multiverse-dwellers as animals for a short amount of time, before the fellow scientists justified that these beings were not at all "animals." Thus, the poking and prodding experiments had earned them the name "pokemen." After his coworkers insisted that these beings were not of "man" in any way, the disgruntled Mark Chan altered the name to "pokemon," and after making some adjustments to help the name roll off tongue better, the name was adorned and finalized.

Pokémon.

These creatures were intelligent beyond belief. Some could even use the human language through the transmission of self-translating thoughts. It was unbelievable. Chan had turned this unnaturally produced air into tangible and sentient beings, through the power of alchemy—alchemy of technological proportion.

The pokémon were deemed safe, and were let loose into the city. An abundance of the pokémon were killed immediately, but that wasn't a problem for Chan and his machinery. There were also several human deaths of which the pokémon were responsible for, but they were all heart attacks. No pokémon-on-human interaction was really accounted for. Soon, pokémon flourished and were found in most of North America. The influx of pokémon had to go through what the original animals went through, like being transported by ship to different continents.

The humans were, for the most part, indifferent about the pokémon. These creatures could sustain themselves because they were able to adapt to the industrious, technologically-influenced wasteland that is Planet Earth. The original animals couldn't do that.

Some people were still a bit edgy about sharing their earth with the new inhabitants.

Chan kept a journal, which was later obtained and popularized by a journalist:

Congress passed a law. How this law was passed is inconceivable to me. The religious radicals are displeased with my creations, and they want so much for them to be exterminated, or at least "humanized." Congress, which holds a rather large amount of these radicals, was generous enough to allow me to keep my creations, on one condition. I must anthropomorphize the pokémon, to suit the radicals' needs. They think that, with a muscle and bone system paralleling a human's, my creatures will be a little closer to us and therefore God. This ruins the purpose of creating the creatures in the first place, but I will do what I must to help these wondrous beings flourish. If I can find a meta verse that suits their needs, I'll be very lucky.

And Mark Chan was lucky indeed. However, in his mind, he was the one who now saw the creations as abominations, for they were now structurally identical to the humans. Of course, they emulate the human's anatomy, but are still able to summon meteors from the sky when they please, so Chan couldn't complain.

Later, in the year 2091, things took a turn for the worst. The religious radical portion of the earth argued that pokémon were unnatural (despite their new bipedal anatomy) and that humans don't need replacements for the animals that once were. They claimed that pokémon were not of God, but of something unidentifiable within the intangible outer-realms.

So, obviously, war broke out, ending the short-lived period of peace. It was a war not only against pokémon activists, but against pokémon themselves. Brazil was against pokémon, while Japan was for. Iraq was against, while France was for. Armenia was against, while Germany was for. Sadly, the population of countries who were against pokémon dominated those that were for.

Mark Chan was executed on January 12th, 2092. The houndoom, his first creation of which he had kept to replace his St. Bernard, which was one of the last quadrupeds alive, had been shot before its owner's eyes. Soon enough, the world was full of inexplicable violence...

World War III commences.

50' IN THE AIR:

THE DIARY OF FLEANCE

The following excerpts have been taken from my diary and greatly enhanced. Or refined, rather. (Please note that the story has not been embellished in any way.) This is because there are certain parts of my diary where the writing is incomprehensible. I was very feeble when writing it, and also my paws weren't made to use pencils. At some points, however, there will be snippets of verbatim from the book.

This story will hopefully help illustrate the hardships of hiding away during WWIII.

My dearest thanks goes to Timothy Morrison, who had sheltered many pokémon, including me, in his attic...though he wasn't able to save all of us. Thank you regardless.

Note: OC submission is closed lolol. I don't own Pokémon, btw.