Chapitre 1: Ch.1
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Ever since I was a child I have always been Infatuated with the world of Pokémon so much so that when I was 9 I asked my mother if I could only get Pokémon cards and a DS to play one of the games. Of course, this may seem tame to some people but to me, it wasn't.
I loved Pokémon so much that it stayed with me to my late teens to early adult years.
That brings me here, to me, Adrian Quinn. I am currently in my local GAME in Glasgow Scotland buying a copy of Pokémon Violet. I hadn't been able to buy it till now because of rent and tight budget, fuckin' stupid ass prices going up. You're probably asking yourself 'Well Adrian why couldn't you just buy it when it first came out, it was only £50.' Well to answer your question, you nosey bastard.
I had recently moved out of my parent's house and it wasn't by choice they kicked me out because somehow beating the absolute shit out of my little sister's new boyfriend when I found him fucking her on the couch, well he is lucky he was only in that coma for 4 months and not six feet under the ginger prick.
Anyway, because I refused to apologize when I came out of jail they in turn wouldn't allow me to live with them anymore.
Because of my criminal record, I couldn't find a proper job so I had to work odd jobs like painting fences and walls. It also didn't help that I didn't go to a college and I dropped out of Secondary school when I was in my fourth year.
Does that answer your question?
Agh, whenever I think about that Ed Sheeran-lookin' asshole I can't stop my blood from boiling.
Whatever! What matters now is that I can finally enjoy this game after waiting so long, I am just lucky that my parents gave me my shit like my Switch before I left.
I pay for the game after the fat prick takes fucking ages to get the physical copy, he was probably stuffing his face with his it getting stuck In his neck beard the stupid cuck.
I grab the bag with the game in it and stomp off after paying with an annoyed face.
As I am walking down the street with my left hand in my pocket and the other holding the bag a random guy came out of nowhere wearing a mask one of those roadmen wear down in London. It was night so it was hard to see his eyes.
"Oi give me that bag yer got there or I will else.." His voice had an annoying tone that only people called Neds in Scotland.
"Wit?! Go fuck yerself ya' cock suckin-" I am cut off when I am stabbed and stabbed many times in the side by someone behind me.
I collapsed to the ground after the person also punched me in the back of the head, I felt my grip on the bag loosen when one of the muggers stomped on my hand they took the bag and I could soon hear their frantic footsteps running away into the distance.
He had fuckin' backup. "Fuckin' pussy.." I coughed out.
I slowly put my hand into my pocket for my phone but the dicks took it with my wallet.
My vision started to grow blurry as I stared up at the street light while holding my side.
God, I didn't even get to play the game before I died? That fuckin' sucks balls.
Shortly it started to feel like my entire body was getting colder and I could tell that my death was getting closer.
I closed my eyes.
If hell was real then the devil better be prepared to handle me…
…
Huh?
Why can I still think?
I open my eyes to be greeted by…
Trees.
…Okay I'm calling bullshit! If this is some Isekai bullshit am going to cause fucking havoc!
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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