[ WP ] Pokémon are no longer the fun and loving creatures you `` train '' with . They are now hunting humans and eating them alive . Tell us the stories of your great survival or the story of your untimely death .

BREAKING NEWS: 
 `` Today, another dead, with a half-eaten corpse. His Umbreon, visible with blood around it's mouth, is the current suspect. This is only one of many people killed by Pokemon. Now onto the weather.'' 
 
 All I could tell, this started last week when a magnitude 8.9 earthquake struck the city. That's the leading story for why they've all gone aggressive. 1000s dead from the earthquake, more from the Pokemon. 
 
 As I woke up the next day, not letting out my Flygon that I've had since I was but a young child for the first time in ages, I checked my mailbox. 
 
 `` Please dispose of all Pokemon you may hold immediately. If any Pokemon are found on your property are not executed, they will be seized and you will face prosecution. Stay safe. 
 
 - Enthar City Council'' 
 
 This was not good news for me. I either killed my childhood friend, go to prison, where he still died, or let myself die by it's hand and let it run. I chose the last option. Today, I decided to give him my best quality meats. It would be the last meal I set up. It was special to me, in that way. 
 
 I let it out of the luxury ball I had put it in a couple years ago. As the meats were devoured, I simply counted the minutes until I was ready to be killed by it. When they were done, as I expected, it walked towards me, still looking hungry. As it was doing so, I told him to go away from the city and hide in the desert. The desert where it was born. 
 
 When it was about to take a bite out of me, I simply hugged it. I wanted to die in Flygon's vicinity. `` Goodbye.'' I whispered, crying. When it took another bite, I squeezed harder until consciousness was lost. 
 
 3 Months Later: 
 
 I find myself in what looks like a hospital. With a Pokeball on my side table. 
 

