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Good lord that's autistic, OP. I can relate though, I used to do similar shit when I was younger, though I can't seem to find any of the drawings. Anyways,
>be me
>third grade
>have a buddy
>meet through mutual love of Pokémon and talk about it all the time
>go out for recess
>roleplay that he's the trainer and I'm the Pokémon
>go around and battle imaginary Pokémon all over the playground
>do this almost every recess
>the recesses we don't do this at, we either roleplay warrior cats or get into physical fights with this "rival gang" of kids
>this also started out as Pokémon roleplaying, but it became regular violence real quick
>get in trouble so many times that my mom makes me stop playing with him
>don't give a shit, keep playing anyway because I have no other friends
>buddy is cool as fuck too
>halfway through fourth grade, he moves schools
>get sad
>become the class autist who won't stop talking about Pokémon and making class assignments Pokémon-related because it's the only thing that makes me happy
>everyone in class thinks I'm fucking insane because I do shit like hide under the tables when people yell at me for being an unlikeable autist and make really weird arts and crafts
>manage to make friend in grade below
>he likes Pokémon too
>but this time we make fakemon
>like, a lot
>I draw them because I'm "good" at art
>we roleplay as the fakemon
>he's "Mewtwo's not-evil opposite" and I'm "the god above Arceus"
>we start planning to make our own Pokémon game
>neither of us know about fangames and romhacks because I didn't have access to internet until I was 11 and he just didn't know
>so all we do is draw, plan, and dream up scenarios
>shit's good and fun
>I graduate elementary and start middle school across town
>never see friend again
>abandon plans and just stick to being the quiet kid who's always playing Pokémon alone in the corner
Looking back, I cringe, but I guess the moral of the story is to just be yourself and have fun when you're a kid.