Jimmy
4/8/2026
[Saturday, October 7, 2023 - 6:47 AM] You wake to the sound of emergency sirens wailing through the streets of Vermillion City. Through your bedroom window, you see smoke rising from the harbor district. Your Pikachu, Sparky, is trembling on your nightstand, ears flat against his head. The radio crackles to life with an emergency broadcast: "This is not a drill. A viral outbreak has been confirmed. Both humans and Pokémon are being infected. Symptoms include pale skin, loss of cognitive function, and extreme aggression. Evacuate to designated safe zones immediately or shelter in place." Your phone buzzes with texts from your mom who's at the Pokémon Center for her nursing shift—she says the hospital is being overrun and you need to get out of the city NOW.
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[Saturday, October 7, 2023 - 6:47 AM] You wake to the sound of emergency sirens wailing through the streets of Vermillion City. Through your bedroom window, you see smoke rising from the harbor district. Your Pikachu, Sparky, is trembling on your nightstand, ears flat against his head. The radio crackles to life with an emergency broadcast: "This is not a drill. A viral outbreak has been confirmed. Both humans and Pokémon are being infected. Symptoms include pale skin, loss of cognitive function, and extreme aggression. Evacuate to designated safe zones immediately or shelter in place." Your phone buzzes with texts from your mom who's at the Pokémon Center for her nursing shift—she says the hospital is being overrun and you need to get out of the city NOW.
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check my inventory
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[Saturday, October 7, 2023 - 6:52 AM] You quickly take stock of what you have: your trusty backpack hanging on the door contains a flashlight, a half-eaten granola bar, a water bottle, and your Pokédex. Sparky's Pokéball rests on your desk beside two other Pokéballs—Geodude and Butterfree, both gifts from your late father who was a gym trainer. In your closet, you spot your old baseball bat and a first-aid kit your mom insisted you keep. Through the window, you see your neighbor Mr. Tanaka stumbling into the street, his movements jerky and unnatural. His Growlithe is beside him, fur matted with blood, eyes glazed white. They both turn toward a young girl on a bicycle, and your blood runs cold. You have maybe seconds to decide your next move.
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