Leaving the safety of her hidden commune, a Ralts narrowly avoids capture on Hoenn Route 102. Finding a discarded pokeball, she ventures into the human world only to discover that her home is in danger from Humanity's rapid expansion. Now she has one recourse: disguise herself as human and become the pokemon champion before her village is discovered, and prevent the tragedy that is sure to come.
It's too bad she has to deal with subterfuge, eco-terrorism, the end of the world, and awkward...
I am not the King of Games. I am not some skilled duelist with a summoning ability from the future. I am not a chosen one, I can’t see spirits, nor do I have some magical ability to recall everything in this universe. I am a tired, sad, family longing man in his thirties scavenging in a scrap yard.
And I am sorry.
Apparently dealing with an genocidal space whale wanting to destroy every version of earth it can find is the prologue. Now, watch as I try to punch away my problems in warhammer fantasy and sort of succeed. What do you mean they are building a temple to me?!