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1. Pokemon Trainer Red can kill anybody with his hat.
2. Gold never beat Red. Red just never felt like winning.
3. If you have $1 and Red has $.50 then Red has more money than you.
4. Red is the most powerful move ever. It has 100% Accuracy, 999 Base Power, is both Physical special and deals all status effects.
5. Red and Chuck Norris once had a fight. Chuck Norris never returned.
6. Red's team is really all level 9999999 Arceus' but they had to change it in the games to make it possible to beat him.
7. If you met Red and survived consider yourself lucky. Not many people can survive the epicness that is Red.
8. Team Rocket wasn't disbanded. They all were killed by Red. However one member was lucky enough to survive.
9. Red doesn't speak because if he does the sheer sound of his voice would implode the universe.
10. Red wears gloves because if he were to touch somebody he would accidentally kill
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... Oh? Is someone there?
How strange. I rarely see a person up so high in these mountains. Not alive, anyway.
You're wondering who I am? And what I'm doing up here all by myself?
Don't worry. I'm not alone. My Pokemon are with me. I haven't sent them out in awhile, though. I don't want them to go against such harsh conditions.
... You still don't know who I am? How fitting. Why else would you have wandered up here unless it would be to search for me?
My last challenger was months ago. Or was it a year? I cannot remember.
What? You didn't come to battle me? You weren't even aware I was here...?
Oh, I see how it is.
I've been forgotten.
Ironic, to think that my name would be carved into stone and remembered forever.
So, the newest champions? White and Black, correct? Ah, you recognize those names perfectly. I've been replaced by the younger generation, no?
... After all I did...
... After all that my Pokemon and I have accomplished...
To be forgotten.
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As far as Red's mind is concerned, he did not exist before age three.
Recollections of age four are fuzzy, like an impenetrable haze. He could distinctly remember the bright flame on a red candle, a large hand patting his head and crumbs on the sofa. Nothing specific.
Perhaps his first, clear memories is when he was age five, old enough to want his own Pokemon except he received a cap instead. Nevertheless, he had happily walked out of the Safari Zone hand-in-hand with mom and dad, tummy full from mom's delicious hand-made sandwiches, eyes brimming with excitement when dad promises a Poliwag on his next birthday if (and ONLY IF) he does well in school.
He did not get his Pokemon on his sixth birthday; his father never came back. The celebration was a quiet, awkward one. There was cake, sandwiches and forced cheer. His report card-- which named him top of the class-- lay forgotten on the table. At night, he could hear his mom crying in the bedroom.
After they m
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Take that feeling of hopelessness
And wipe it from your face
That frown will get you nowhere,
And yet nowhere you will go.
Listen to the snow that breathes
On this glacial mountaintop.
The summit watches you, and it
Laughs at your marked cowardice.
It is telling you to turn away,
For the God that rests atop this crest
Holds a crown of blizzards,
The blood of dragons on his collar.
Slicing open the girths of faeries
That bleed harsh cold and despair.
A boya saplinga man like you
Could never brave the victorious screams.
You trudge onwards, yet,
Like the fool that you are.
Can you hear that sound, above
This blistering hurricane of ice?
It is him, and he is roaring,
Cackling at your vain cries and struggles.
He taunts you with his voice, daring you
To reach the top and touch him.
The exit is a solace to the scorching,
But you are not alone.
Upon this mountaintop, you have
Not even one,
He is in the distance, and yet