near the last known location of regirock's tomb, several trainers have stumbled across an ominous opening. inside, they will find the ruins of the legendary titan, riddled with traps, treasures, and the mystical unknown. no one knows what awaits them but one thing is for sure — a new arc begins. despite the thin veil of peace, the public still faces unease.
after the ultra beast war, hoenn begins to heal. the megalopolan invasion may have failed; however, it is clear there is much more at stake. a prophecy revolving around a cyclical meteoroid, the appearance of necrozma and a dangerous and viral alien threaten the safety of the region once more.
with rocket's new boss, the resurgence and reappearance of the crime syndicate's presence is imminent. the league has done its best to repair its reputation, and with the victory of a war under their belt, perhaps it is enough. but the seeds of distrust have already been sown in the ravaged land of this region, causing many to wonder what will grow?
Where was he? Who cares!? Point is he needs pokemon right now for an undisclosed purpose. Oscar stepped out of Littleroot with a look of determined frustration on his face. His army had dwindled greatly, and he could not afford to sit on his hands and wait for pokemon to come to him. That's not how it works, IT'S NEER HOW IT WORKS! SO GET THE FUCK OVER HERE! GET IN THE BALL! DO IT! DO IIIIIIIIIIIIT!
Is that a--IS THAT A FFFFUCKING MIME JR.? Oscar glared at the little clown fuck as he teeter tottered his way toward him. The whimsical babe seemed unbothered by Oscar's harsh demeanor, but he would soon realize how horrible a mistake that was. As the mime jr. hobbled to and fro, attempting to dazzle Oscar with his dancing skills, Oscar would pull out a pokeball. Before the mime jr. could react, Oscar would toss the ball at its bulbous head. Oscar narrowed his eyes, this had better work.