Okay people, I am about to reveal the story of why I hate Pokemon so much.
Well, here goes. Simple enough, I just grew out of it. One day I decided "This just isn't worth my time anymore." I planned to leave it alone, but then I went AP and wrote many stories about Pokemon's eventual doom.
It was about a year after my original quitting of Pokemon that Me and a friend drew this very gory comic about Pokemon's end. Then, I came on here and shared my anti-pokemon nature with you guys. I'm sorry for offending people with that, but I'm not sorry for quitting Pokemon. I believe that my choice to get out of it early made me a better man. There may be some kids my age that are still trying to rescue their soul from the abyss that is Pokemon. Trust me, I know how you can become addicted to this kind of thing.
Those are my words, and I hope they didn't offend anyone.
The three things I could live without: a kick in the teeth, a punch to the stomach, and a low blow.
The one thing anyone who threatens my friends needs: a swift kick in the butt.