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Once upon a time I relinquished my favorite pokemon, so I was looking for a new one. I decided that my favorite type was psychic after the previous one, because throwing stuff with your mind was awesome. Who were Psychic then?
A few, but they either had gimmicks, like mimedom, totems, or spoons, or they were legendary. Since there was only one of each of the legendaries, who were overwhelmingly powerful in their own right, I decided to leave them be.
Time passes, and I get a hold of the new game. All of a sudden there's this thing: A diminutive, green hatted, horned and robed pokemon called Ralts. "Well I might as well give it a shot, please don't get spoons or become Grass/Psychic."
It took a fucking eon to train. Couldn't take anything, could barely take on pokemon weak to it and levels below it, and I began to think it might not even evolve. Then it did. It looked a bit like it was wearing a skirt, but I was so happy it could actually kinda do something for itself now I didn't really care.
And then it evolved again, and it blew everything away. Suddenly the all star performer of my team, I frankly liked the billowy dress things more in the wake of the skirt since it was now kinda like a cape. We had good times.
And then the internet destroyed my innocence and naivety. It's my bro again, but fuck, I could've done without the rapey shit that fills the pokemon's fanbase.
