((Me))
Sgt.
Ash Chewston was floored. The simple looking wad of paper he held in
is bare hands was filled to the absolute brim with Pokemon
information: Element, type, height, weight, techniques, evolution,
flavor text stolen from the once popular television series, even
pronunciation. Vivid color images accompanied each massive block of
text, each monster given several rendered mug shots and a real life
photo or two.
Ash didn't have to ask why Vivian had handed
him this wealth of Pokemon knowledge; he knew the answer. The
government had obviously decided to play of his emotions, to get him
to slaughter the Pokemon without getting their own, pompous hands
dirty. This Pokemon index was only proof of the fact; equipped with
this plethora of information Ash couldn't be stopped by any Pokemon
known to man. He would soon learn every strength and every weakness;
every move and its counter.
A cold, leaden determination
settled over him. He knew he was being manipulated. He knew he might
get himself killed trying to wage a personal war against all the
Pokemon, but his anger was all consuming. Glyxork had armed him, now
he just had to figure out how to use the weapon.
#01 Bulbasaur
Pronunciation: Bul-buh-sore
Element: Grass/Poison
Type: Seed
Height: 2'4"
Weight: 15 lbs
Techniques: ...
And so he forged on, soaking in every ounce of information he could stash inside his head. The afternoon and evening hours wasted away, yet Ash refused to fix himself any sort of meal until he had completely and utterly absorbed every tidbit, useful or not. By the time his clock read 3 : 00 am, however, he had worked himself into an unconscious stupor.