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Long ago, humans and gijinka, humans with pokemon-like features and abilities, coexisted peacefully. Gijinka and humans shared their lives together, training, working, and doing whatever else might have occupied their days...
But that all changed, when the gijinka ball was invented. Hungry for more powerful partners to use in battle, a team of scientists created a ball specifically to capture gijinka. With the powers of pokemon, and the intelligence of humans, gijinkas were deemed perfect to use in battle. Naturally, chaos ensued, when the ball was deemed fit for sale. Gijinkas were being snatched from their homes left and right, and nothing could be done to stop it. Even the gijinka members of the police became too afraid to fight the humans who enslaved their kind, fearful that they too would be captured. And thus, competitive battling with gijinkas skyrocketed in popularity.
But eventually, the humans got bored of the gijinka. It suddenly wasn't enough for a gijinka to be stronger, and smarter than a pokemon, no, eventually, humans started ordering custom-made gijinka, exactly to suit their tastes. There was an abundance of scientists who could alter the genes of gijinka, either for cosmetic, or for battling reasons. If a human wanted a pachirisu gijinka with yellow stripes, instead of blue ones, then that was what the scientists would make for them. If a human wanted a magcargo gijinka which was a fire and ghost type, instead of fire and rock type, then that too could be done. No request was too extreme.
But, science is not infallible, and thus, some of the gijinkas failed to gain the desired qualities. The failed ones were sent to a secret island, far away from most of the world, where execution awaits them, but these 'failed ones', refuse to just let themselves be killed. They seek to escape, and to destroy the scientists who made them this way... And the ones who created the accursed gijinka ball.
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Alice chanted, 'fuck you' like a mantra at the guards as they dragged yet another failed gijinka away to the execution chamber. The gijinka in question was but a young comfey, a girl of barely eight years old. Her one and only crime was not having pink, pearlescent flowers, like her owner had requested.
Alice looked away, covering her ears as she heard the girl cry out. There was nothing that she could do to save her; the cell she was being kept in was completely immune to gijinka attacks. She was allowed out of her cell once a day, to eat with the other inmates, but that was it.
Alice's own crime was similar to that girl's, and her sentence was the same. In a week, she would be executed... If she didn't manage to escape. There were but four other failed ones, like her, left. She'd made up her mind that she wanted to escape with them... But how?
She poked at the gruel that was served for today's meal, and, in order to drown that girl's cries out of her mind, she casually remarked, to the gijinka next to her, "It's a shit life here, aint it?"
Long ago, humans and gijinka, humans with pokemon-like features and abilities, coexisted peacefully. Gijinka and humans shared their lives together, training, working, and doing whatever else might have occupied their days...
But that all changed, when the gijinka ball was invented. Hungry for more powerful partners to use in battle, a team of scientists created a ball specifically to capture gijinka. With the powers of pokemon, and the intelligence of humans, gijinkas were deemed perfect to use in battle. Naturally, chaos ensued, when the ball was deemed fit for sale. Gijinkas were being snatched from their homes left and right, and nothing could be done to stop it. Even the gijinka members of the police became too afraid to fight the humans who enslaved their kind, fearful that they too would be captured. And thus, competitive battling with gijinkas skyrocketed in popularity.
But eventually, the humans got bored of the gijinka. It suddenly wasn't enough for a gijinka to be stronger, and smarter than a pokemon, no, eventually, humans started ordering custom-made gijinka, exactly to suit their tastes. There was an abundance of scientists who could alter the genes of gijinka, either for cosmetic, or for battling reasons. If a human wanted a pachirisu gijinka with yellow stripes, instead of blue ones, then that was what the scientists would make for them. If a human wanted a magcargo gijinka which was a fire and ghost type, instead of fire and rock type, then that too could be done. No request was too extreme.
But, science is not infallible, and thus, some of the gijinkas failed to gain the desired qualities. The failed ones were sent to a secret island, far away from most of the world, where execution awaits them, but these 'failed ones', refuse to just let themselves be killed. They seek to escape, and to destroy the scientists who made them this way... And the ones who created the accursed gijinka ball.
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Alice chanted, 'fuck you' like a mantra at the guards as they dragged yet another failed gijinka away to the execution chamber. The gijinka in question was but a young comfey, a girl of barely eight years old. Her one and only crime was not having pink, pearlescent flowers, like her owner had requested.
Alice looked away, covering her ears as she heard the girl cry out. There was nothing that she could do to save her; the cell she was being kept in was completely immune to gijinka attacks. She was allowed out of her cell once a day, to eat with the other inmates, but that was it.
Alice's own crime was similar to that girl's, and her sentence was the same. In a week, she would be executed... If she didn't manage to escape. There were but four other failed ones, like her, left. She'd made up her mind that she wanted to escape with them... But how?
She poked at the gruel that was served for today's meal, and, in order to drown that girl's cries out of her mind, she casually remarked, to the gijinka next to her, "It's a shit life here, aint it?"
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