>Be me, a little boy at church one Sunday morning
>I fucking hate church, and couldn't care less about god and everything related but my parents made me go
>That day the pastor wanted all the children to go up front and talk about their favourite toy
>Most kids have common things like Transformers, dolls etc. I have my Pikachu figurine inside his pokeball, plus some other Pokemon figurines and cards. I'm wearing my Ash outfit and feeling pretty cool
>Pastor calls me up and asks me to explain my toys
>I pull my Ash cap back, throw the pokeball and do the whole 'I choose you!' skit, Pikachu rolls out of the ball and lies prone on the ground
>Everyone goes 'D'aww' and claps
>I explain basic principles of Pokemon like catching Pokemon, training them etc, I explain how I caught them all and that I'm a master, show my TCG cards and explain how they work
>Pastor takes some, analyses them, and then asks me if he can hold onto them until next Sunday
>Being a naive kid, I said OK, so he quietly tells me to go back to my seat
>Rest of the day goes by fine, although the Pastor is strangely quiet
>Next Sunday, massive uproar at Chuch. Pastor insists that Pokemon are another tool of the devil from the godless land of Japan that is corrupting our children. Calls for all members of the church to reject it and warn everyone they could about the dangers of Pikachu. Members accuse me of being influenced by the devil and bringing evil forces into the house of the lord and demand an exorcism
>My parents get angry and stick up for me, insisting that Pokemon isn't evil and hasn't had any negative effects on me. As a result we're told to leave the church and not come back
>When we get home my parents take away all my Pokemon stuff and I get really fucking upset
>Back then Articuno was my favourite Pokemon, so I wished he was real so he and I could fly across the country and slaughter every last Christian by freezing them to death