First time I can remember being assaulted and forced into a Poké Ball I was only in my first evolutionary form. I told no one and lived with the shame and guilt, thinking all along that I, a Psychic-type, was somehow responsible for the actions of a 10-year old boy from Pallet Town. I had to see this “trainer” on a daily basis for years to come. He would shout my name and expel me from the pocket dimension I was trapped in, and I would be forced outside, my blood running cold, my guts carrying the burden of what only he and I knew — that he expected me to shut my mouth and fight other “monsters” in grudge matches until one of us was beaten into unconsciousness. When I was not fighting, I was forced to breed with the other “monsters” in his stable and our offspring would eventually be taken from us to be traded with other “trainers”.
#Mewtwo
Wut?
Someone needs to check their non-animated privilege.
What’s your preferred pronoun Mewtwo?
ミュウツー
Huh. Never took SugarFree for the type to right Pokemon fanfiction.
I think that is even too sick for SF and the writing was not as good. I did however feel ill a few times so who knows.
Wait. Isnt that what slaves are for?
This is dumb, you couldn’t breed Mewtwo with anything because he was in the first games which didn’t have Pokemon breeding. Then in Gold and Silver you could trade for him but he still couldn’t breed because he was genderless.
I mean, uh, nerrrrrrrrrrrd.
Are you arguing with my lived experience?
It’s possible that this is another psychic type pokemon, such as a kadabra or jinx, that was nicknamed Mewtwo by the trainer, thus also erasing its identity/denying its existence.
was ist pokeman?
And this isn’t even getting into the horror of transferring pokemon to the Professor and getting that kind of candy back. Does the Professor grind them up and make them into ‘candy’? Because if you have one and a lot of candy, you can evolve them. Isn’t that cannibalism?
What kind of evil system is this? Burn it all down!!! POKEMON FREEDOM!!!
(the kiddo played a lot of Pokemon Go last year)
(the kiddo played a lot of Pokemon Go last year)
Suuure the kiddo did. That is the nerd parent version of blaming a fart on the dog.
She said the kiddo played. She did not say she wasn’t playing too.
well, I’ll admit I tried it, but unless you’re in a dense urban core it’s boring as hell.
But the funniest part of the whole Pokemon Go phenom was the joke I heard that the game got more kids outdoors in a week than Michelle did in eight years.
In the original Japanese ‘rare candy’ is known as ‘mystery candy’.
THE CONSPIRACY THICKENS.
oh my god, that’s even worse.
POKEMON FREEDOM NOW
#Meowth
I… ugh.
Millenials have a lot to answer for.
You shut your mouth, trading Pokemon cards taught them the basics of capitalism.
When I was teaching a few of the kids had some and I was like, “OMG THESE ARE STILL A THING CAN I SEE WHICH ONES YOU HAVE?” And the kids were like, “Please no teacher I’ll put them away I promise.” Apparently not only are they still a thing, but teachers are still taking them away if you bring them out while at school. The looks on their faces when all I did was flip through to see what they had and then hand them back. (None of them had any worth stealing.)
I know in the last thread it was stated it’s unethical to diagnose mental illness in people you haven’t met. My question is: can I look at HM’s post history and try to make a diagnosis.
There’s no ethical dilemma if you’re not a licensed psychiatrist.
Then it’s just some crazy person ranting on the internet.
In other words, Twitter
Thank you for at least not identifying as Pikachu. After learning how to play the game with my son I came to one obvious conclusion: Pikachu sucks.
Pikachu murders the shit out of the water gym, what are you on?
Doesn’t matter. I got him into Minecraft. Pikachu sucks.
Base Minecraft, or modded?
Meowtoo
https://ilyricsbuzz.com/2017/11/kana-nishino-meow.html
Wow. Powerful. Thank you for sharing your experiences with us, Mewtwo. I don’t know what to say, except that you are beautiful, loved, and valid.
My sex is man.
I identify as a man.
My sexuality is I like women, physically. They can be really annoying, too.
I didn’t grow up on Picachu. That kid with the hat and the cutie pie monsters was begging for a wedgie.
Children’s programming for real men requires stuff like animal abuse, unused Get Smart scripts, and rock and toll that sounds like Steppenwolf :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsTMVPApsbE
Also shows like Gilligan’s Island–a show with two different but eminently desirable women–and no men around that are likely to present any serious competition for their affection.
Even the Buggaloos had a hot chick in a super duper miniskirt. The New Zoo Revue had a hot chick in a mini skirt. Why would kids watch something that doesn’t feature a hot chick in a mini skirt when they could change the channel and watch something that does?
The only correct answer is violence. Lots and lots of violence.
A steady diet of hot chicks in miniskirts, animal abuse, rock and roll, hot chicks, violence, forced LSD perspective, miniskirts — these are the necessary ingredients to produce normal heterosexual children.
We should start a network, you and I. We can call it MIRV. Mini-skirts, Irreverence, Rock-and-Roll, Violence – the programming takes care of itself and the licensing will probably be cheap. Every station bump can be something related to coldwar hilarity.