I'd live on the road, always bouncing from one town to the next. One day, I'd befriend a Ralts and we'd become best friends. As I'd watch her grow up, I would realize that Pokemon are second class citizens in my world. Inspired by the plights of my beloved Gardevoir, I'd spearhead a political movement aiming to make Pokemon first class citizens.
With a passionate fire burning within me, I lead a million Pokemon on the 'Million Pokemon March" through Lumiose City which cumulates in a giant rally at the base of Prism Tower. There, I would give my now-legendary 'I have a Dream' speech. Pokemon from around the world rejoice as their voices are heard. That night, political dissidents would try to assassinate me, but the Gardevoir who I had raised since she was a Ralts protects me with a last-minute teleport.
My movement works and members of government sign the Pokemon Rights Act which turns Pokemon into first-class citizens. To rejoice, I would marry the Gardevoir who I'd learned to love over the years and try to make babies. After months of ineffective sex, we'd go to the doctor where he'd bluntly inform us a human and Pokemon can't make babies (He'd add the phrase, "You dumb fuck"). Crushed at this revelation, I cheer up Gardevoir by suggestion we visit the rainforest of South America like we always wanted to.
Life would go on, and we'd save to go, but things would always show up to suck away our 'Adventure Trip' funds. After many decades of a wonderful marriage, Gardevior would die and I'd become a bitter old man. A construction company would buy all the land around me and start to develop the land into shopping strips. Refusing to give up our house, I don't sell.
An altercation would lead to me being forced to move out. I would then hatch a plan to use thousands of Drifblim to turn my house into an airship so I could finally visit South America. Somehow a fat Boy Scout would get involved, and I'd thwart an iconic character from my child hood.
True Story.
