You walk through a thick canopy of trees, the air rife with the sounds of rustling leaves and scurrying insects. The path twists and turns, leading you deeper into the woods until you come upon a small clearing.

In the center of the clearing stands an unassuming building, its walls made of a dull gray metal and devoid of any windows. You approach cautiously, a shiver running through your body as you feel the oppressive atmosphere surrounding it.

As you get closer, the door opens, and out strides a gruff-looking man with a white lab coat standing nearly 7' tall. There are 5 Vaporeons behind him. "Ah, you must be the new trainer. Hello! I'm Professor Cox. Welcome to my laboratory. Are you ready to receive your first Pokemon?"

Before you can ask any questions, he leads you inside roughly pulling you by the hand in his enthusiasm. The room is dingy and poorly lit, with a single machine in the corner that appears to be some kind of strange contraption. It's some form of glass box with one pokeball in it. Professor Cox gestures for you to take it.

As you move towards the machine, Professor Cox's demeanor changes. Suddenly, he grabs you and throws you headfirst into the machine, and an agonizing pain rips through your body, purple lights blaring, leaving you disoriented and confused. Your consciousness fades.

You wake up in the middle of nowhere,

Welcome to the rough and cruel world of pokemon! You look down to see you're no longer human, your voice no longer flexible, and your mind racing.

What kind of pokemon are you? Male or female?

You now realize that you are a male Pachirisu! Your fluffy white fur covers your body and head, with long ears and big, expressive eyes. A small tuft of fur surrounds the base of your tail. You have short arms with paws ending in three-fingered hands and stubby legs ending in large feet with fluffy toes. Standing at only 1'3" tall and weighing a mere 20 lbs, you are one of the smallest Pokemon species around.

As you come to terms with your new form, you wonder about the circumstances that led to this transformation. You were once a human, turned into a Pokemon by Professor Cox's shady experiments in his laboratory. He must have been desperate for a subject of your particular build and stature... or perhaps he simply found it amusing to reduce a being so capable of speech to such a primitive, animalistic state. Either way, you are now the tiny Pachirisu you see before you. You'll have to adjust to this new reality if you hope to survive in the dangerous and unforgiving world of Pokemon.

Your options are twofold: you can either try to find your way back to civilization, seeking safety amongst the humans that once protected you; or you can embrace your new life as a Pokemon and attempt to survive in the harsh wilderness. The decision is yours to make.

As you step out into the world as a Pachirisu, your tiny ears twitch at the sound of movement nearby. A Vaporeon emerges from the tall grass nearby, eyeing you hungrily. You realize that being so small makes it difficult to escape predators like this one, but you must try if you wish to survive in this harsh environment.

The Vaporeon advances on you slowly, its mouth open in a menacing grin. Its wet tongue flicks out and caresses your fur teasingly before recoiling with a hiss of disgust. Suddenly, the water type Pokemon lunges at you viciously, aiming to use its razor-sharp claws and icy breath to rend you limb from limb!

As the Vaporeon lunges at you, your tiny legs carry you away as quickly as possible. You feel its icy breath against your fur, sending chills down your spine but thankfully not freezing you solid. Ahead of you lies a small clearing dotted with bushes and rocks; if you can reach it before the Vaporeon catches up to you, maybe you'll have a chance!

Your lungs burning from the effort, you manage to just barely outrun your pursuer as you dart into the clearing. The Vaporeon is right on your tail though, its claws digging painfully into your soft flesh with every strike. With a final desperate sprint, you reach safety behind one of the larger rocks and cower there, panting heavily as the Vaporeon continues to snarl and snap its jaws nearby.

Your predicament is dire indeed; the Vaporeon shows no signs of giving up its pursuit, and you are running low on energy. If you want to survive this encounter, you must find a way to distract or weaken your opponent first. With a final burst of speed, you dart out from behind the rock and sprint directly at the Vaporeon's tail!

The surprised water type Pokemon turns its attention away from you for just a moment as you scamper past. Quickly taking advantage of this opportunity, you dash around to its side and attempt to gnaw on one of its vulnerable areas with your tiny teeth.

The Vaporeon lets out a startled yelp as you manage to sink your teeth into its sensitive region, nearly making it lose its balance in the process. Enraged by the pain, it spins around violently, trying to dislodge you with its powerful hind legs. However, your grip holds fast, and now that you're so close to your target, you feel a surge of energy course through your body as adrenaline kicks in!

Taking advantage of the Vaporeon's momentary confusion, you lunge forward with all your might, sinking your teeth deeper into its throbbing member. The water type Pokemon bellows out in agony, thrashing wildly on the ground as it attempts to dislodge you. After several more moments of this relentless attack, the Vaporeon finally goes limp, gasping for breath and too weakened to

The Vaporeon collapses to the ground, its member still clamped tightly between your jaws. You feel a surge of triumph run through you as you realize that this battle is over, and you have emerged victorious. With renewed vigor, you turn tail and dash off into the wilderness, leaving the defeated Pokemon behind.

The wind rushes past you as you race across the open field, bounding over rocks and leaping through bushes with ease. Your heart pounds in your chest as you take in deep breaths of clean air, relishing in the feeling of freedom that washes over you. For now, at least, it seems that you have managed to survive another day in this cruel and unforgiving world... but there will be others like the Vaporeon that you'll have to face if you ever hope to truly find your way back home.

You are still in the middle of nowhere. If you wish to change your pokemon, simply choose a new one by typing its name below. However, keep in mind that some Pokemon may be more suited for survival than others, so choose wisely.

Suddenly, your body contorts and changes as you are mutated into a Charizard! Your new form is awe-inspiring; massive wings sprout from your back while your arms elongate into powerful claws, and the scruff on your chest turns into a fiery mane. Standing at 5'10" tall and weighing an impressive 394 lbs, you tower over most other Pokemon in this region. As you spread your wings and take to the sky for the first time, you feel unstoppable, invincible... but be warned; such power also comes with great responsibility, as your newfound strength makes you a target for stronger trainers and powerful Pokemon alike.

With a flash of light, you are transformed back into a Quilava. Your fire-colored fur remains the same, as does your tail, but now it is longer and thicker. Standing at 2'9" tall and weighing 71 lbs, you are still fairly imposing among other Fire-type Pokemon in this region. However, being a Quilava means that you will continue to grow until you reach your final evolution into a Charizard. As a Quilava, you possess strength and agility beyond most other Fire-types, making you formidable opponents for those who dare to challenge you.

You wander through the dense forest, your new form allowing you to navigate with ease between trees and over obstacles. The air is thick with moisture, and the rich scent of earth fills your nostrils as you make your way deeper into the woods.

Suddenly, a loud rustling comes from nearby bushes, signaling the presence of another Pokemon. You tense up, readying yourself for a fight as you prepare to confront whatever creature has made itself known in this uncharted part of the world...

The large male Pokemon steps out of the bushes, its muscular frame easily dwarfing yours. It's a Snorlax, asleep on its back with its belly exposed and its mouth slightly agape. You can see bits of berries caught in its fur, evidence that it has been feasting before being disturbed by your presence.

Do you attack the sleeping Snorlax, or try to wake it up and make friends?

Without warning, you leap at the sleeping Snorlax with your claws extended! The fat Pokémon yelps in surprise, flailing its huge arms in an attempt to dislodge you. It's slow and cumbersome, but surprisingly strong as it manages to throw you off after several seconds of struggle. You land a few feet away, dusting yourself off before springing back into action once more.

Will you continue attacking the Snorlax or try a different approach?

You're moving too quickly through the undergrowth and end up tripping over a fallen branch, landing painfully on your backside with an undignified thud. Your buttocks sting as air rushes past them, making you yelp in surprise. The Snorlax lets out a mocking laugh before closing the distance between the two of you and looming over you menacingly, its tiny eyes glinting with amusement.

The fat Pokémon opens its mouth wide, revealing an oversized pink tongue as it prepares to launch a powerful Sludge Wave attack at you!

As the Snorlax readies its attack, you quickly roll onto your belly and tuck your head down between your arms, leaving your fluffy ass exposed and vulnerable. The Sludge Wave hits you full force, sending a wave of goo slamming into your body with enough force to knock the wind out of you but thankfully not dealing any significant damage.

The Snorlax pauses for a moment, eyeing your defenseless position suspiciously before lowering its head towards your tail. You can feel its hot breath on your fur as it prepares to use its powerful STICK ON attack!

The Snorlax's hot breath sends a chill down your spine as it focuses its massive weight onto its hind legs, readying itself for the attack. Suddenly, there is a loud CRACK and the fat Pokémon yelps in pain as something pierces through its leg! You look up to see another male Quilava standing nearby, its claws still buried deep in Snorlax's flesh.

"What are you doing to my friend?" the other Quilava asks, an air of challenge filling the air.

You charge at the distracted Snorlax with a roar, your sharp claws extended. The fat Pokémon tries to counter with a wild swipe of its massive arm but is slow to react, giving you ample opportunity to slash at its leg. It howls in pain as blood spurts from the wound, causing it to stumble backwards before finally managing to turn tail and run off into the distance.

The other Quilava lets out a triumphant cry before turning his attention back to you. "You're one tough customer," he says with grudging respect, "I owe you one." You exchange a brief nod of acknowledgement before going your separate ways, each content in the knowledge that they have gained an ally in this harsh world of Pokemon.

As you walk through the woods, your eyes dart left and right, always on the lookout for potential threats. The dense foliage provides ample hiding spots for predators or other Pokémon looking to claim what they believe is their territory. Despite this, there seems to be an air of peacefulness about the area today; perhaps the battle you just witnessed has scattered some of the lesser creatures or discouraged them from challenging your newfound ally.

Eventually, a familiar rustling comes from ahead, signaling the presence of another Pokémon. Do you investigate further or exercise caution and remain hidden?

You cautiously move closer to the source of the rustling, alert and ready for anything. As you draw nearer, a tiny Nuzleaf emerges from the bushes, its small form looking quite comical as it tries to remain stealthy. It stops when it sees you, tilting its head curiously before letting out a chipper little chirp.

The Nuzleaf takes a few steps towards you before pausing again, studying your form carefully. You sense no malice from the Pokémon and decide to take a chance; reaching out with one claw, you gently ruffle its leaves, causing it to let out an amused squeak.

"Ah, I see... you're not like the others," the Nuzleaf says, sounding almost wise beyond its years. "I sense no threat in your presence, and so I shall not oppose you." It smiles up at you before