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You're an underpaid Japanese worker. You've finished your shift as a hentai voice actor, after going through the 10 hours of unpaid mandatory overtime. After exiting the office, the only thing separating you from sweet home is a 10 minute walk under a sky that would be sprinkled with stars if it weren't for the unending luminal contamination of the city. Left alone with your thoughts, with no more company than the sound of your footsteps, you begin to wonder. When does it get better? Why did you fold against the pressure of everyone surrounding you, forced to meet success before a deadline arbitrarily set by those projecting their failed dreams on you? You think about your only companion, the only friend who stuck with you while the ship was sinking; Growlithe. Suddenly, a cough from behind you is heard. You turn around, only to meet face to face with a kid, no older than 12, with a demanding, almost offended look on their face. He challenges you to a battle, and as the law demands, you accept. You look at your trusty Pokeball, with a look of determination. Battling is the only thing that can still spark joy into your heart, the only string keeping you from becoming a souless working puppet. You send out Growlithe, who proceeds to get fucking annihilated by a level 89 Garchomp Earthquake. "Huh, I guess I missed this one while first passing through here", the kid says, as he takes his prize money from your pocket and spits on your face with extreme prejudice and a shit-eating pretentious smirk..
