There came the day when our team took on a mission that none before us could ever manage to complete. Deep in Dark Crater, a gang of criminals hid, causing havoc and defeating anyone who dared to challenge them. A remarkable reward had been offered for their capture, fitting for the difficulty it had been assigned.
Brookie and Buddy seemed unusually nervous as they looked at the drawings of the criminals on the wanted poster, but they accepted the mission anyways. For some reason, despite all of the stronger Pokemon that Team Liquifire had recruited, they chose me to accompany them, muttering things like "he's ready" or "it's about time".
I was delighted to have been chosen for such a challenging mission, but I was also uneasy about my role, and angered that they continued to deny me further knowledge of myself. What was so horrible about me that they could not just tell me? Was I a mass-murderer? Did I once steal the most precious thing in the universe? What did I do? Why couldn't they spit it out?
My hidden fury helped speed us to the bottom of the pit, and there, we met our targets. A slithering Arbok, a ghostly Mismagius, a stony-faced Rhyperior, a steely Aggron, and a fiery Magcargo. They would have been terrifying to the greatest of exploration teams even in repose.
...But when they saw us, their faces clouded over in rage, their mouths spat hate-filled words, and their bodies assumed a stance for battle. We had not been prepared for terror this great.
And when they saw me, everything went to hell.
My dear comrades fell quickly beneath their volleys of flame and fury. They leered at me once I was the last one standing, whispering to me of promises I didn't remember making, speaking to me of crimes I couldn't remember committing. They urged me to look back with singsong voices, asking if I really couldn't remember what I had done. I really couldn't.
But then I did.
It was not nice.