Anarchy! Anarchy! Anarchy! screamed the voices in his head. The youthful trainer moves around erratically up, down, left, right. Going into his bag. Looking away from his bag. A rattata appears in a shrub near the Route 1 sign post. Out comes Squirtle, as if by instinct. Democracy! Democracy! Tackle! Tackle! The rattata is weak […]
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