It was a normal day in Kanto, and Mancha was waking up on his 15th birthday, ready to start his Pokemon journey. Yeah, 15. The rules changed a bit. WHATEVER ANYWAYS After a lot of packing and shit he said goodbye to his mother and got the fuck out of there because frankly she couldnt cook for shit and now he could go get some goddamn hamburgers.
He then walked to Professor Lawlzor's lab and entered.
Lawlzor: "HELLO THERE ARE YOU A BOY OR A GIRL"
Mancha: "

"
Lawlzor: "Just kidding, I'm not stupid. Hi! I'm Professor Lawlzor, although you might already have known that. Anyways, you're here for a Pokemon, correct?"
Mancha: "

"
Lawlzor: "Excellent, just as soon as your friend arrives we can begi..." CRASH!
Lawlzor: "Well, there he is now!"
The light sillouhetted the young man in the doorway quite clearly. Sort of tall, normal, without a hat and normalish hair. His face was meme, and frankly, this young man was ready to kick ass, chew bubblegum, and fuck bitches. He had run out of bubblegum days ago, and all the bitches in the town, such as Beastness and BBGUN, were his. This young man was ready to kick ass.
Pool: "WHATS UP JEWS"
Lawlzor: "Hey, there's no need for that kind of langua..."
Pool: "SHUT UP JEW! Oh, hey, it's you, Mancha, or should I say, JEW. So you're ready to get your Pokemon's ass, and in exstension yours, KICKED IN LIKE GORDON FREEMAN WITH A CROWBAR?"
Lawlzor: "Oh my stars."
A mile away Justin Buckner looks up, squints, and then goes back to eating his Lucky Stars cereal with his
Omastar Vulpix.
Mancha silently goes up, grabs the Pokeball containing Bulbasaur, and stands aside for Pool to choose the obvious type disadvantage, Charmander.
He was not surprised when Pool ran over, grabbed said Charmander Pokeball, and yell:
Pool: "KAY ****** TIME TO BATTLE"
End of Chapter One.