When I said, don't start it with them getting their first pokemon, I didn't mean that starting it randomly elsewhere would automatically make the story good. Dammit, what part of 'when it gets interesting' is just too complex for these people? Pick up and book and read it sometime!

Oh, and this was written without the aid of a thesaurus, so if the language isn't flowery enough, that's why.

And before I forget, I do not in any way endorse or encourage the current fad of writing a poorly spelled piece of junk with little paragraphs about the in-story author being an idiot to try to discourage/mock bad writing. Badfic is badfic, okay? I don't care if you have paragraphs in it mocking the fact the story-author can't spell three letter words and showing that it's a parody and you know how to write, it's still just garbage. You want to mock, write something decent, don't contribute to the problem.

Ha! You Can't Criticize Me Now!...oh

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"Hm…" a girl said to herself. Her penname was Catherine Summerstorm, and, by amazing coincidence, she had written more than twenty stories in as many fandoms involving a character of the same name. "Some mean reviewer is going around and criticizing people's stories. She keeps complaining it's boring to start a story with the trainer starting out." The girl thought. "The reviewer is just being mean, but since I'm a really original author, I'll write something different! I'll start my story after my trainer has become a pokemon master and have them go to a new region. And that way, the mean reviewer can't complain about the character having rare pokemon! Even the mean reviewer will praise my story and everyone will love me!"

The girl felt a sudden, almost overpowering urge to scream "She's not a mary sue!" at the top of her lungs, but refrained. What was a mary sue anyway? But pushing aside the strange thought, she sat down at the computer. She'd just finished typing up the first chapter of a story about Catherine starting her pokemon journey. She'd use that.

The girl began to read over her story, basking in the glow of her own amazing writing.

The sun was rising. Its luminous rays percolated through the crystalline windows of the room. On the bed inside, a girl began to stir.

She had lustrous, waist-long red hair. Her closed eyelids fluttered as she started to wake, highlighting her prominent long lashes. After a moment, her eyes slowly opened, displaying her gorgeous emerald green irises. She yawned demurely, displaying perfect white teeth, and climbed out of bed, wearing silky pajamas.

The girl, known as Catherine, walked over to her dresser

The girl shook herself out of her daze, clicked on the screen, and began to type.

atop which were her six pokeballs, pokedex and trainer belt.

There! thought the girl triumphantly. She's already got her pokemon now, which means I can give her anything I want. Of course, Catherine would have gotten any pokemon the author wanted, but it might have taken two or perhaps even three chapters before she got all of them. Now she would have them immediately without that painful period when Catherine's perfection was compromised.

The pokemon were a suicune, ninetales, articuno, espeon, vaporeon, and mew. Catherine had raised them lovingly and been rewarded when they had beaten all of the Kanto gym leaders in amazing battles.

Now, Catherine was ready to go to the new region of Prfect to defeat the trainers there, in a new adventure in an unknown land.

That should be enough for now, the girl thought, and returned to reading her perfect story.

Catherine changed out of her pajamas into her traveling clothes, a stylish green outfit with black trim. She headed downstairs, where her mother was cooking breakfast. Catherine was much too great a character to eat plain cereal.

The girl blinked. Had she actually written that? Woops. She quickly moved that down to the author's notes at the bottom of the story.

"Hello Catherine," her mother said. "Hurry up and eat. You need to go see the professor in order to get your

Then she gritted her teeth. Now came the worst part. She would have to actually remove part of the dialogue, not just add something new. Flinchingly, she reached for delete key.

ticket." Catherine

The author felt sick. Her hands trembled from the effort of actually deleting something from her story. But the word 'pokemon' just had to be changed for Catherine to be an experienced trainer. She felt pride despite her pain. Soon, no one would be able to criticize her story, not after the effort and suffering she had put in. To sooth herself, she added a bit in.

finished her ham and cheese omelet. Although she often ate high-calorie meals, she managed to keep a slim, slightly muscular figure that was the envy of all the other girls at school. The young but talented trainer

That made her feel better. The girl returned to reading the story.

picked up her trendy green backpack and headed toward the lab.

There, Professor Oak was waiting for her. Six

The author steeled herself.

tickets lay on the table. "Pick one, Catherine," Professor Oak said kindly. Catherine reached out and picked up one from the table.

"I hope you enjoy your journey," he said.

Yes. This was the perfect story. The girl felt like crying, she was so moved. Blinking back the tears, she saved the story and then uploaded it onto fanfiction net.

She was very, very surprised by her first review.