[ EU ] In the world of Pokémon , the art of battling becomes more war-like , and the monsters now use weapons along with their elemental abilities .

I remember when Pokémon battles had honor. When trainers took pride in their training ability, and Pokémon fought one minute, and played the next. As I walked through Viridian City, I grimaced at the painful reminders of how the world had changed. 
 As I walked, a young girl, not more than 12, walked out of the Poké Mart. Behind her, her Machop followed, carrying their haul: Guns. The Machop held a pair of hand guns, with a rifle strapped to his back. On a bandolier across his shoulder was a string of grenades, still with the price tag: 100 Poké. The monetenization of this senseless slaughter made me sick. There had been Pokéballs more expensive during my trainer days. 
 Those days were a long time ago, yet the day was still fresh in my mind. My Rattata, my pride in joy, the object of all my bragging, dead in a spray of blood. I had refused to get with the times, and had paid the price. I can still see their faces, that smug Hiker and his Geodude, celebrating their victory while my Rattata lay in the dust, a bullet lodged in his skull. 
 That was the day I quit as a trainer, I could n't bring my self to brag about a battle ever again. I hit the bottle to drown my sorrows. My name is Joey, and I'm an alcoholic.
