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The premise of the game is an anachronistic world of technological peaks and crevasses, dominated by a single sport, where 10 year olds are allowed to wander around the back country and amass weapons of mass destruction without oversight. Criminal elements are common, but will back down without trickery the moment they lose a cockfight. The entire economy is based around this sport, all infrastructure serves to further it, and yet most people have only a passing relationship with it. The greatest scientist of the era has compiled a database without basic information on the random animals outside the lab that his own grandson can tell you about. Local governments are propped up entirely by participation in this sport. To reiterate, this sport has zero oversight, zero monopoly, zero graft, marks you as a higher caste citizen by even participating a small amount, is open to literally anyone who has made 200 pokedollars, which is less then the average vending machine beverage, and again, participation is simultaneously fairly low, and without oversight.
Cloning, genome reconstruction, teleportation of goods and people, digital deconstruction and reconstruction of goods and animals, machines that can turn a person into an animal than back again, machines that can send data forwards and backwards in time, technology and locations that allow you to traverse between universes, machines that create a physical space based on the brain wave patterns emitted by sleeping animals, telepathy, discs that allow you to edit creatures digitally, topical spray that recovers grevious bodily injury, all this shit exists, most of it is entirely without oversight, most of this is a free novelty to anyone interested, or else available for less than we would proportionately pay for an upscale cheeseburger.
And the fucking gym leaders rotating teams is the breaking point for you? You've dealt with all of that, but fuck, no, this is the moment where you're done.
'Kay faggot.
