This is the story of a man named Daniel. Daniel worked for a company in a big region where he was employee number D-13. He was called D-13, because he also had a part time job as an employee in a big building, building D. Employee Number D-13's job was simple over there: he sat at his desk in room D-13, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee D-13 did every day of every month and every year. Others might have considered it boring as hell, Daniel relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Daniel was...content. Not very happy, but what'cha gonna do in this economy of ours.
Anyway, Daniel's main job was working as a Team Rocket Grunt, something he always dreamed of doing. He joined Team Rocket at the tender young age of fifteen. Some might say that THAT would be soul-rending, but I'm tired of making references to awesome games, so we'll be on our way.

Daniel Raketman was a normal little boy in Celadon City. He had lots of friends, and played all day long. Sometimes he even went to the gym with his friends and started spying on the gym girls! Why? Because the weird old man outside the gym said it was okay! Daniel went to the Trainer School in Viridian, but he never really paid any attention. They just went on and on about the stupidest things. And most of the time, the teacher wasn't even paying attention to the class! He just made them read the blackboard full of useless crap about status ailments and what to do with them (Full Heal that sucka) while Mr. Idiot was just chatting up random trainers who were just passing by to go to the gym or something like that. That wasn't explained either, now that I think about it. Why didn't the school have any field trips to gyms, or the tall grass for catching practices? Man, school sucked.

And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley - I mean Daniel.

''Hey dude, go long!''
Daniel ran over the field, dodging everyone in his way. The pitcher was ready, he could feel it in his heart: we will win this time. The ball was thrown, it was coming for Daniel. He looked back one last time, at his friends, his dear friends whom he had played so many games with, so many good times Daniel had with them, not knowing that this sight of them, his old comrades, would be the very last for a long time. The ball came down in a straight line. The pig-skin outlines of the spheroid glimmered in the evening sun. It came closer, and closer, and closer...

Then everything went black.

''Well, well, well...''

A filthy burlap sack got pulled off my head. I saw the shiny bright light of a barely working lamp. A guy was standing in front of me, with an unsettling smile on his face. I quickly looked around, and I saw that I was bound to a chair, with two tall individuals standing next to my chair. They were both wearing the same black uniform with a red R on the shirts. I quickly looked at the man in front of me again. I saw that he was now reading a portfolio of some sorts. He looked at me, smiling his creepy, yet charming little smile. One quick glance at his uniform said that he also had a red R on his shirt.

''You've got talent, Daniel.'', he said, although not creepy, but still unsettling.

''H-h-how do you know my name?!'', I said confused and scared. ''Where the hell am I!? And who are you guys?!''

The creepy man started laughing.

''Well, boy, long story short, we are a criminal organization located all over the world called Team Rocket. And we need you, Daniel.''

''What for? I didn't do anything bad! Except maybe spying on those gym girls...''

''That's not the point Daniel. We believe you have some sort of power that can help Team Rocket rule the world! So, I'll ask you, will you do it?''