(It's been a while! This a spontaneous idea I had in my head for a relatively long story to be posted in multiple installments. Please tell me what you think of the idea, and whether I should devote some time to this.)

(Disclaimer: Pokemon and its trademarked names/elements do not belong to me.)

The Pokemon Manifesto

Eons ago, Arceus beared onto this Earth, three children: the former the Father of Creation, the latter three the Creators. One created Time, One created Space, and One created Antimatter. Together the three children formed the World, where the infinitesimal being of Mew finally had the space to gain Form. And so then from the Form of Mew descended all the Pokémon: the purest descendants of the Creation rooted in the core of Arceus' dominant figure.

This is how I understand it. Our Leader is, of course, by the Divine Order of the almighty Arceus, the only infallible resources on all matters pertaining to the subject of our history. I actively serve in the position of Second-in-Command, advising in the strictest confidence regarding the Leader's policies, and in addition having control of many public works systems that our Leader is unable to attend to during his occupied day.

I was still a Snivy when the Pokémon came to save me. Living in a small seaside town of Unova, I was under the confines of a Trainer—I spit at that term now—when the local Pokémon militia liberated me, breaking open the locked doors of his home, armed with machine guns, machetes, and hand grenades. The only thing that impressed me more than their power was the powerlessness of the human Trainer under the weapons. He buckled at the joints, collapsing to the floor in one fell swoop. That is how I became part of Pokémon.

Thanks to Pokémon, I have gained an education in the English language, and served as the editor of the Pokémon newspaper Revolution Now for ten years. My publications received the attention and approbations of the Leader and his Secretariat, and with this opportunity I entered into the intricate workings of the government.

It is pitiful that the Commoners of human and Pokémon fail to grasp the workings of the society we have created, to see from my 23rd floor office as tiny little specks, taking their merry trips about the street in cheerful compliance. But I smile at this; for it is the understanding that leads to the revolt. The understanding among Pokémon of their place in society that led the insurrection against the Unova government, and the eventual liberation of the thousands of imprisoned Pokémon by our group. I smile at the ignorance of the Commoners: for their understanding, or lack thereof, shall ultimately lead to stability, placidity. The blood spatter on the tired gray pavement shall dry in the sun, crust up, and erode away with the cleansing rain and whipping wind.

With this document, I hope to expound to you humans the workings of Pokémon, and the insurrection against the state which contains the various regions where humans reside and rule over the quantitatively dominant force of Pokémon.

(To be continued. Please give your thoughts on whether I should continue this!)