The world had fallen into darkness. It happened without anyone noticing, the rise of organized criminal elements in the shadows, Team Rocket, led by renowned Gym Leader Giovanni, stealing Pokemon and establishing their control of the underworld. By the time the world realized the danger, it was too late. They struck with a fury, without mercy, overthrowing the regional governments, eliminating all who were a threat to their plans. And by the end of the week, Kanto belonged to Team Rocket.
Things had only gone downhill from there, a reign of terror stretching across the land as they got revenge on all who had wronged him, 'redistributed' the wealth in their favor, took what they wanted, set themselves up as the new rulers. Gym Leaders, the Elite Four, they fought, but were overwhelmed by sheer numbers, if not the strength of the Pokemon that Team Rocket had to draw on. Some said they were dead, others said they had fled to other regions, to rally the forces of those places, and return at the head of a mighty liberating force. And some said they were hiding, waiting for everything to blow over and Team Rocket to collapse under its own incompetence and corruption.
Alex didn't know what to think personally. And honestly, he didn't have much time for that sort of thing. He was more focused on survival, no easy task when one lived in the mountains north of Pewter City, where it was difficult for Team Rocket to reach due to the terrain, and while one could utilize flying types, it wasn't the most helpful. Those who survived had gotten very good at hiding from such patrols.
At the moment though, he was making a journey into Pewter City, nerves firing and alert as he entered the once proud location, now rampant with organized crime and fallen into somewhat disrepair from the fighting that had taken place and hadn't been rebuilt. He was here to get supplies, food, no easy feat, but he had to try. He wore a hate, sunglasses, and kept his Pokeballs out of sight so as to not draw attention to himself as he walked about, looking to find what he had come here for.
Things had only gone downhill from there, a reign of terror stretching across the land as they got revenge on all who had wronged him, 'redistributed' the wealth in their favor, took what they wanted, set themselves up as the new rulers. Gym Leaders, the Elite Four, they fought, but were overwhelmed by sheer numbers, if not the strength of the Pokemon that Team Rocket had to draw on. Some said they were dead, others said they had fled to other regions, to rally the forces of those places, and return at the head of a mighty liberating force. And some said they were hiding, waiting for everything to blow over and Team Rocket to collapse under its own incompetence and corruption.
Alex didn't know what to think personally. And honestly, he didn't have much time for that sort of thing. He was more focused on survival, no easy task when one lived in the mountains north of Pewter City, where it was difficult for Team Rocket to reach due to the terrain, and while one could utilize flying types, it wasn't the most helpful. Those who survived had gotten very good at hiding from such patrols.
At the moment though, he was making a journey into Pewter City, nerves firing and alert as he entered the once proud location, now rampant with organized crime and fallen into somewhat disrepair from the fighting that had taken place and hadn't been rebuilt. He was here to get supplies, food, no easy feat, but he had to try. He wore a hate, sunglasses, and kept his Pokeballs out of sight so as to not draw attention to himself as he walked about, looking to find what he had come here for.