It seemed like the world had gone mad.
The resources that had been used to produce Pokeballs had been depleted, and with the number of trainers travelling the world on their journeys and catching Pokemon, this was an extreme problem.
Pokeballs had run out quickly, and trainers had started to get angry. Some just tried to catch less, maybe released Pokemon that they never used, recycling the Pokeball they were once in to catch new Pokemon. But, the trainers who were bent on catching them all and being the best couldn't take it. They started stealing Pokeballs from other trainers and releasing the Pokemon inside, so they could use the Pokeball for themselves. Riots had started too. Pokemon centers, Pokemarts, even sometimes at gyms, people had started mobbing, demanding that they fix this.
And, it wasn't just the human aspect of things. Pokemon too. They'd become used to many of their kind being caught, so they repopulated fast. And with most of the trainers slowing down with their catching, or even stopping completely, the Pokemon population had skyrocketed. Many of them became unfriendly and aggressive towards humans as they started seeing them less and less.
Now, people are forced to tame their Pokemon, the hard way, and just have them trust them enough to follow them around. Or, they steal Pokeballs from other people.
You are a young and aspiring trainer, forced into using methods back from the days of old. How will you cope with this unfamiliar situation?
(You may be a trainer who had already caught a couple of Pokemon in Pokeballs, but not too many please. Maybe, like, 3 tops. And by now you'd be at the point where you don't have any. Or perhaps a couple, if your character is one of the people that steals Pokeballs from others. Also, this is set in a region where all the pokemon from every region is available. Feel free to suggest names if you want, since I have no idea. So, for now, it's just gonna be unnamed.)
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In Character:
Wright sighed with relief as he entered the next town. That had been a close one. The last route he was in had been full of flowers, and as he and his Pokemon were walking through, they must have angered a wild Florges. He'd almost gotten singed by a Moonblast from the thing. Luckily though, his Fearow, Breeze, had swooped down and picked him and his Luxio, Luther, up, flying them a little ways away so that they weren't in danger anymore.
These angry wild Pokemon were becoming a real problem. It seemed more and more often that he'd get attacked by them. And, with his lack of Pokemon now, after another trainer had stolen the few others he'd managed to catch, he was finding it hard to fight them off.
Wright had only been left with Breeze, after he'd been robbed of his Pokeballs. (After all, the other trainers weren't heartless. They wouldn't take all of the Pokemon he had.) He'd contacted his dad immediately, actually ended up crying over the phone to him. His dad had just sighed and told him to come home. When he did, his father had given him one of his own Pokemon from when he was on his journey. It wasn't fully evolved yet, and was a bit weak, but his dad had said it was so it could warm up to him. Rather than having a Pokemon that had a really strong bond with his father that would never listen to an inexperienced trainer like him.
Personally, Wright was a little bit skeptical about that, since Luther had done nothing but give him the cold shoulder the whole time he'd been around. But, he trusted his father. After all, the amount of other people you could trust in the world was slowly dwindling, so you should try to trust whoever you know that you can.
The young trainer looked back to the Luxio, begrudgingly following him from a little ways behind. He then turned his gaze skyward to see Breeze flying overhead. He always kept them out of their Pokeballs. That way, people wouldn't be suspicious that he had them and wouldn't try to steal them. It also meant that if his Pokeballs were stolen, at least they wouldn't be inside of them and just get taken away from him like his others did.
Wright called his Pokemon to him, sitting down on a bench and getting out some Pokemon food for them to enjoy. Might aswell take a little break here.
The resources that had been used to produce Pokeballs had been depleted, and with the number of trainers travelling the world on their journeys and catching Pokemon, this was an extreme problem.
Pokeballs had run out quickly, and trainers had started to get angry. Some just tried to catch less, maybe released Pokemon that they never used, recycling the Pokeball they were once in to catch new Pokemon. But, the trainers who were bent on catching them all and being the best couldn't take it. They started stealing Pokeballs from other trainers and releasing the Pokemon inside, so they could use the Pokeball for themselves. Riots had started too. Pokemon centers, Pokemarts, even sometimes at gyms, people had started mobbing, demanding that they fix this.
And, it wasn't just the human aspect of things. Pokemon too. They'd become used to many of their kind being caught, so they repopulated fast. And with most of the trainers slowing down with their catching, or even stopping completely, the Pokemon population had skyrocketed. Many of them became unfriendly and aggressive towards humans as they started seeing them less and less.
Now, people are forced to tame their Pokemon, the hard way, and just have them trust them enough to follow them around. Or, they steal Pokeballs from other people.
You are a young and aspiring trainer, forced into using methods back from the days of old. How will you cope with this unfamiliar situation?
(You may be a trainer who had already caught a couple of Pokemon in Pokeballs, but not too many please. Maybe, like, 3 tops. And by now you'd be at the point where you don't have any. Or perhaps a couple, if your character is one of the people that steals Pokeballs from others. Also, this is set in a region where all the pokemon from every region is available. Feel free to suggest names if you want, since I have no idea. So, for now, it's just gonna be unnamed.)
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In Character:
Wright sighed with relief as he entered the next town. That had been a close one. The last route he was in had been full of flowers, and as he and his Pokemon were walking through, they must have angered a wild Florges. He'd almost gotten singed by a Moonblast from the thing. Luckily though, his Fearow, Breeze, had swooped down and picked him and his Luxio, Luther, up, flying them a little ways away so that they weren't in danger anymore.
These angry wild Pokemon were becoming a real problem. It seemed more and more often that he'd get attacked by them. And, with his lack of Pokemon now, after another trainer had stolen the few others he'd managed to catch, he was finding it hard to fight them off.
Wright had only been left with Breeze, after he'd been robbed of his Pokeballs. (After all, the other trainers weren't heartless. They wouldn't take all of the Pokemon he had.) He'd contacted his dad immediately, actually ended up crying over the phone to him. His dad had just sighed and told him to come home. When he did, his father had given him one of his own Pokemon from when he was on his journey. It wasn't fully evolved yet, and was a bit weak, but his dad had said it was so it could warm up to him. Rather than having a Pokemon that had a really strong bond with his father that would never listen to an inexperienced trainer like him.
Personally, Wright was a little bit skeptical about that, since Luther had done nothing but give him the cold shoulder the whole time he'd been around. But, he trusted his father. After all, the amount of other people you could trust in the world was slowly dwindling, so you should try to trust whoever you know that you can.
The young trainer looked back to the Luxio, begrudgingly following him from a little ways behind. He then turned his gaze skyward to see Breeze flying overhead. He always kept them out of their Pokeballs. That way, people wouldn't be suspicious that he had them and wouldn't try to steal them. It also meant that if his Pokeballs were stolen, at least they wouldn't be inside of them and just get taken away from him like his others did.
Wright called his Pokemon to him, sitting down on a bench and getting out some Pokemon food for them to enjoy. Might aswell take a little break here.
