Choking on a Nintendo 3DS stylus pen, possibly one of the worst, if not ironic, ways to die for a gamer.

The "Hero" of our story, was met with this cruel fate.

After laying in bed doing nothing, having just completed the latest pokemon game to be released on his portable console, his name unimportant.

He pondered, will it ever change?

Or will it always be the same, reskinned kid-friendly game.

"Barely anybody who truly loves pokemon is anywhere near being a kid now-" He mused to himself as he chewed on the stylus.

When suddenly it fell through his teeth.

With a mixture of existing gravity, horrible timing as he rose in panic and impressive acrobatics by the stylus, It went straight down his air pipe.

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Our "Hero" was choking.

Clutching his throat, trying to breathe but only making it worse.

His sister's loud music next door muffling his croaks for aid.

Not even allowed any last words.

Only a horrified expression as he fell off his bed and crawled towards his door.

Dead.

Our "Hero" is already dead.

The best way to begin, our story.

For as he opened his eyes once more, our "Hero" saw not his bedroom floor, nor door.

He found himself standing in a forest of bright green, with tall lush grass and a shadow looming over him...

He looked up, startled not by its sudden appearance but instead by its existence.

A giant fucking Pidgey had begun pecking at his slimy body...

Slimy body...

...

He realized as pieces of his body were ripped off by the ferocious bird, that he had misconceived its size.

The Pidgey, albeit still bloody tearing him to shreds, was normal size.

It was he who had become smaller.

Slimier even.

...

Off in Route 1, a Ditto was having its ass torn to bloody shreds by a very hungry Pidgey and-

This is where our story, begins