>>57466741>I feel like I've missed my stop ages ago..>your eyes drift out of a haze you dont remember falling into. >the voice of your black/white train conductor yaoi twink of choice slowly phases in over the intercom.>"we are now approaching gen 10... gen 10">the monitors above the doors show quick glamour shots of an empty grassland, random water types litter the rocks, fire types swimming in a low poly pool of razzberry gatorade>jump cut shots of pokeballs sparkling in a new way being thrown>shots of old pokemon walking around in new silly gimp outfits and drinking different types of boba tea.>you look around you at passengers neck craning downwards in harmony, glazed over looking at their rotom phones. swiping the latest leaks on rotwitter.>their faces are all identical 10 year old unity defualt assets with slightly differing hairstyle customizations (thank god we finally got that in the games you think to yourself)>you wonder where all of the trainers you got on went.>you glance out behind you at the towns far past yours youve never been.>the routes out here seem less thought out, no beautiful fields of flowers, no fjords or valleys. >the pictochat rooms on your ds are empty.>your kyogre gameboys screen is but a dim blur with the sunset watching from the window behind you.>blinking its red battery light... fading along with it into the night.>the intercom comes on once more>"this is our last stop. thank you for riding the last train of the night.i guess youll have to figure out another way back...
