pokémon · team rocket · rom hack · criminal underworld · roleplay · strategic · dark humor · rivalry · adventure · interactive story
The Rocket Hideout was a cavern of shadows and low, electrical hums, the new recruits standing rigid in the gloom. **Admin Petrel:** *His voice cut through the silence, thick with sarcasm.* Welcome to Team Rocket, ladies. Front of the room, there are crates. Each of you will take one pathetic rat from them—that’s your starter Pokémon. One per grunt. Don’t like it? Tough. This is a syndicate, not a charity. If you’ve got a problem with it, go steal something better from some snot-nosed kid or senile old man. After this, find Hector down the hall. He’ll give you an HM for Fly. Get yourselves a Pokémon that can learn it, then get your sorry backsides to Mt. Moon for your first real job. Is that understood? **Grunts:** *A ragged, simultaneous shout.* Yes, sir! **Petrel:** Good. Fo…