Atmosphere

Young pokemon trainers learn that what they don’t have a right to can be taken.

The goal of the pokemon trainer is becoming a pokemon master. Once they enter the pokemon circuit they are pressured into being th best, lest they have to return home, ashamed. The only way to accomplish this goal is to catch all of the pokemon. However, this costs a great deal of money; pokeballs, food, potions, vitamins all cost money and the only way the pokemon trainer can sustain his lifestyle is by winning (there are cash prizes). The pokeball is the main tool for the acrument of capital in the pokemon world. With them you can acquire more pokemon and so on and so forth until you are the best.

I Want To Be The Very Best, Like No One Ever Was.

Attributes

The pokeball is half red half white. When the trainer presses the button it expands for better throwing and manipulates the pokemon inside. The pokeball hardly ever misses target, as if it were fated to imprison the pokemon. A beam of light transports the pokemon inside of the prison against its will. Only the most determined will escape its grasp and what was once a wild, free animal is now a beast of burden.

You're Mine!

Trapped Like an Electric Rat

A wide variety of pokeballs are available to the trainer, mainly varying on the frequency with which they successful capture a pokemon. The master ball, which is guaranteed to entrap a pokemon no matter what, costs $1,000,000. Many are willing to pay the price.

The Prop

Pokeball, go!

The pokeball is the primary tool of the pokemon trainer. He uses it to capture a pokemon after he has beaten it into submission, broken it. However, the pokeball is capable of capturing objects other than pokemon, such as inanimate objects, and could theoretical be used to steal When the pokemon is captured it shrinks so it can fit in the pokeball, humilated and surrounded by mirrors so it is forced to look at itself until its trainer releases it. Not even the most strong willed pokemon can escape of their own volition once they have been captured, forever the possesion of its master.

A pokemon trainer will often walk around with the pokeballs containing his pokemon on his belt or similar accessory. No matter what the time or purpose the trainer will summon the pokemon on any whim: cook food, clean dishes, or risk its life fighting an unstoppable Mewtwo.

Some pokemon develop Stockholm Syndrome and begin to sympathize with their masters while others remain forever defiant and despise them.

Leaving Home: P2

School is hopeless. I don’t learn anything and I like working more. I want to go to Golconda, of the Seven Cities of Cibola. I would find so much gold that I could lift my family from the toil and the never-ending harassment of creditors. I told a white lie to mom, telling her that I would go back to school one day. I wonder if Dan would let me move in with him.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m leaving. Everything I own in this bag. I walk away from my house with the weight of it on my back. I turn back to take one last look and remember the faded rugs, horsehair sofa and chairs, all of them in their antimacassars. Dad wanted to sell them once. Mom refused, saying they were an investment for my sisters during courting who’ve been long married; they sit there, rotting. I can’t believe I’m leaving mom to this. She’s the only one I’ll miss.

I Mustn't Run Away. I Mustn't Run Away. I Mustn't Run Away.

Felt Atmo: P2

 

How am I not myself?

 

The IQ test is a relative scale. It rates me with respect to my contemporaries. A quotient of 100 lies in the center of a bell-curve,=; it is average, unacceptable. Most people would be just like me, copies. I fade into the wall, indistinguishable from the rest. To be unique I must define my self in opposition to—I am the antithesis—to survive. To be normal I must be the same—mimetic. Two conflicting existences, simultaneous mutual exclusivity.

Felt Atmo: P1

I have to be the very best
Like no one ever was
If I fail any of my tests
I am left without a cause

On the road again
Can’t find my way

No where to go

Sabrina’s Gym: P3

 

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The whole room saw him in his underwear

 

The gang is transported back to town. They enter the nearest house expecting to find Sabrina and the little girl waiting. They realize that they have been shrunken to the size of dolls. The mysterious, now giant by comparison, little girl chases them through the toy box and rolls her ball towards them. Just in the nick of time the strange man in the hat teleports them out. Now safe, he tells Ash that he has no way of beating Sabrina and her psychic powers. Ash determinately asks the man how he can defeat Sabrina. In response the man pulls Ash’s pants down and repeatedly throws him to the ground with his psychic powers. He tells Ash that guts don’t matter, only natural ability. But Ash crawls toward the man and continues to ask how he can beat Sabrina even though his body is being controlled. Seeing something in Ash, the man tells him that if he captures a ghost-type pokemon from Lavender Town he may have a chance at beating Sabrina.

Entering Saffron City: P2

 

Brought back together

 

After making it to the city entrance the party is met by two women telling them they’ve won a prize for being the millionth visitors. After being lead into a building where their prizes await the gang is thrown through a warp square into a holding room. They didn’t win any prizes and have been fooled by Team Rocket, once again! It appears Team Rocket has finally succeeded in their ongoing plan to steal Pikachu, the unstoppable electric rodent, from Ash. The mysterious little girl appears in front of Jesse, James, and Meowth of Team Rocket. Suddenly, Jesse and James are frozen still and the mysterious little girl teleports to the holding room, reuniting Pikachu with Ash. The gang gives her their thanks. A blue aura surrounds the little girl and she teleports the gang to the Saffron City pokemon gym.