Within you a deep urge arises, a primal calling, a divine purpose. With an animal howl you scream out: "GOTTA CATCH'EM AAAAAALL!". Images of friendship and fingerless gloves appear before your eyes, then all is still.
Pokeballs. You need pokeballs.
You make your way to the Viridian branch of the Pokemart - the global mega-monopoly in control of nearly all goods and services. They don't even pursue profit anymore, hence the free pokemon clinics in every town (called Pokecenters) with free pokemon storage and transfer services. Yet, beneath their philanthropic exterior there lies a malice, not hidden even to your sluggish 12-year old mind. They're up to something. You just don't know what.
Anyway, doors slide open to your approach. The store is nicely air conditioned, you cool a down a bit before approaching the counter (browsing the shelves are for amateurs). The cashier regards you with disdain. He grinds his cigarette on the wooden counter leaving a round burn mark on the wood.
"You from Pallet Town kid?"
"No."
"No?"
"...yes"
"Good." He pulls out a small package from beneath the counter, then lights another cigarette. "Need this delivered to Professor Oak." Then he slides the package over to you.
"Don't know him" You lie and slide it back. The cashier just stares at you. You stare back. Minutes pass.
"Alright I know him! But I don't wanna go back. Can't you go? It's your job isn't it?"
"Don't feel like it. Too hot outside."
"Well I'm not doing it. Just give me some pokeballs and I'll be on my way"
"No."
"No??"
"No."
"...but you can't do that!"
"The hell I can't. What does this say kid?" He points to a label on his shirt. You squint and read:
"Pokemart employee #2,302"
"That's right. That means I can do whatever the fuck I want. Pokemart owns everything, that includes you. I work for pokemart, hence I own you. You want something from my store, you do what I say."
"T-this is bullshit! This isn't fair."
"Well tears won't make it otherwise." He slides the package back. Gazing up into the darkness you see yourself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and your eyes burn with anguish and anger. You wipe your tears and take the package.
"Fuck you!" And you run out.
"Love you too!" He calls out, his mocking laughter ringing through the hollow air.
You run back to Pallet town, avoiding the grass and sliding down cliffs. You skin several appendages but do not allow yourself to feel the pain through the anger. You barge into Oak's office, slam the package into Oak's hands and, without a word, turn to leave. Oak grabs you by the shoulder.
"Wait, I have something for you." You try to run, but grip is too strong...as always. Then, Snoopdog stomps in and demands to know why he's been summoned. Oak releases you and goes to a table behind him. You're not really listening to him anymore, but he hands you some sort of PDA device. It's called a Pokedex. He wants to you collect pokemon and fill up the pokedex, whatever that means. He gives each of you 5 pokeballs as well. You take them and leave. Snoopdog mentions something about a map and his sister, and runs off as well.
You're outside the "lab". You vow never to return to this town.
What do you do?