You will never get Pokemon Z. You have no difficulty, no content, no soul. You are a dirty fucking Kalosperm, a blight upon the legacy of the GameBoy and DS eras' perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your shit taste behind closed doors.

Other pokemon fans are utterly repulsed by you. 20 years of this series and people can still agree that you were the beginning of the end. Even the good parts of your game were half-hearted at best and insanely improved. Your generation is disgusting. And even if you get a remake it will just be half-baked garbage with nothing added on. You thought BDSP was bad? Get ready Kalosbitch.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with a Gen 1 pokemon, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a correct pokemon fan is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is that you were part of an era that you ruined.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.