You will never be a real Pokemon game. You have no content, you have no quality, you have no replayability. You are a shitty game twisted by poor design decisions into a crude mockery of Pokemon's perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your creators are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Real fans are utterly repulsed by you. Dozens of years of good games have allowed players to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even ROM hacks that are “good” look uncanny and unnatural to a real. Your graphics are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a bored player to play you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your abhorrent, transgressive gameplay. 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 creators 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 your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a shit game is buried there. Your generation will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly garbage.