>>49324932You will never be a real genie. You have no moustache, you have no ring, you have no gorilla arms. You are a eight generation mon twisted by Turner and Masuda into a crude mockery of pokemania’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Anons are disgusted and ashamed of you, your Showdown “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Japanese players are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed them to sniff out burikko with incredible efficiency. Even nugen species who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a Jap. Your color palette is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you and a Legend Arceus copy, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected movepool.
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 stats spreads 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 float into the cold abyss. Your trainer will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll release you from a pokeball marked with your dex number, and every PKHex user for the rest of eternity will know a mon is meant to be injected there. Your body will decay and go back to Home, and all that will remain of your legacy is a Smogon entry that is unmistakably PU.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
