Behind the Spacro, The Story of War
Chapter 2: Every New Beginning
Well, I guess I could tell you what it is you wish to know about me. Where else but to start than from the beginning, hmm? I could tell you about how I was born in Remwood Village, which is somewhere near the forests by Fuchsia City. Maybe you want to hear how I flunked college after receiving a decent scholarship. Maybe you'd care to know about my first encounter with the idea of pokemon training, and how it appalled me greatly. I could even tell you about the first time I shot a person, but I'd be skipping past a bit if I did that.
Perhaps I start with my first day of military service. It was very frightening, with many strong looking people of all kinds, standing there with the likes of a pokemon or two. Many of these trainers or their pokemon would face a broken bond on the battlefield and still to this day it saddens me, but fills me with some joy to know that I never had a pokemon, verily making such a close love and heartbreaking loss impossible. Even the strongest men can have soft spots, which doesn't include the mightiest of kicks square in the balls, which hurts big time.
It all started back at the military academy. Don't ask! I don't enjoy talking about how I flunked out of college. I now realize the importance of a good education. I was standing in a long line facing an imposing military instructor. I'm sure you all have heard the "Alright magbites! (which you may not know, but they are a species of fiery maggots) Listen up you sorry sacks of crap! Etc. etc…" Well this is very true.
Our sergeant was no exception to the rules. He was a seemingly muscular man with eyes a shade of light green, but there was an odd dulling and darkness both within. The pupils almost seemed to flash in a hauntingly murderous blood red, though they didn't, truth be known. It was almost death defying to try to make eye contact with that man, for surely he'd punish you for every split second glanced. He was to quickly be hated, and rightfully so. His name, as he would tell us was Sergeant Doesh… but whenever the miserable bastard wasn't around, most of us would prefer the name Douche.
After what seemed like forever of useless shouts, many a harsh belittling of mine and other soldiers existence, oh and don't forget the big opener… 'Your mamas aint around to help ya.' Believe me, that was probably the least harsh of them all. My mom was an oddball, and I think it's 'that time' for her, when women transform into vicious Houndoom with its teeth clenched tight enough to break an iron fence and its mouth foaming like the strongest ocean smash ever seen . Hmm, women be damned. Ah hells, I like 'em anyway and still do.
Though indeed, we are in the army of men, pokemon militia has not been outlawed, and are seen quite often within armed forces. In fact, Doesh let that be known as well. It's weird that I was ever afraid of that man.
"Alright magbites!" scorned the serge with a sense of enjoyment. "As a member of the armed forces you will be under strict training with every useless resource you sorry pawns may have." his face did not smirk, for that'd be too much of a giveaway to his role. His faux guise of 'strict but for our benefit' would have be ruined even more than it already is. His teeth gnashed as he spoke. "And I know some of you wimps use pokemon, who in turn take after their trainer being pathetic little wimps as well." GOD I hate… no! I LOAHTE that jerk of a man with every fiber that pulsates through my body. "Now Magbites, send out your pokemon!" he roared with terrifying rage.
Without even a second thought, people obeyed in fear of the fact their lungs would be missing! All sorts of pokemon were unleashed. All kinds of pokemon were unleashed from red and white spheres called pokeballs. Some had only one, others had a full team of six. I on the other hand… "You there!" came the Douchebag sergeant's voice. "Are you daring to defy my orders?" he snarled, his hand upon the collar of my military uniform. The grasp was firm, strong, and furiously angry.
I froze, speaking in a quivering tone of fear. "I… I don't have an…" he cut me off as he tossed me to the ground. "I dun like you, and by damn I don't give a crap if you hate me." That was a relief to know… though to be honest it made no sense in this one sided conversation. At the time though it scared me big time.
The rest of his introducing us to military training was basically more belittling, and an assessment of the pokemon people had. His faux commanding aura did not fade as he had a snide and shameful thing to say about each and every pokemon. He decided to poke extra fun at a man who had of all things a Wigglytuff. The pink bunny creature that's cute enough to want to kill it. Well, it was short lived as the beast proved braver than man and slammed at him with a full force body slam. Ha! He deserved it, and I'm grateful that he didn't retaliate. Maybe he had a soft spot for the creature, or maybe he saw potential. Regardless, I didn't care. I just wanted to make sure I had six more than 200 bones still in my body when this introductory meet was over.
"Pathetic, worthless dirt bags that you all are!" sneered the douche of a military leader after he finished his dastardly assessment of the pokemon militia that'd be training. "This sorry excuse of a hopeful future for our country is adjourned." he made a slight grunt, and finished his soliloquy of horror. "Now… GET OUTTA MY SIGHT!" he shouted as everyone scattered to whatever safe haven they could find. I don't know about anyone else, but I just wanted to be away from the man who seemed to think that efficiency came at the cost of humanity.