When you think about it, Poke’mon is incredibly immoral and horrific.
Seriously think about this, you have children leaving home at age 10. AGE 10! First of all, if they are lucky enough not to be caught by a pale-faced man in a trenchcoat with a videocamera in the back of his van they may just live long enough to starve to death after spending days wandering aimlessly in the woods.
Then you have the very concept of Poke’mon itself. You see a wild animal happily enjoying its peaceful life in the forest and what do you do? You send a cutesy-version of an attack dog on it and beat the living shit out of it!! These poor wild Poke’mon must be so scared-shitless of humans after watching their buddies being attacked by them they all probably spend all their time inside their burrows and are lucky to muster up the courage to see the sun once, maybe twice a day.
So you sic your Poke’mon on this poor, innocent creature which has done you no harm nor has any malicious intent and you proceed to beat it to within an inch of its life for ABSOLUTELY NO REASON! What the hell!? Then after you think the poor thing has lost enough stamina (or blood) you throw a heavy metal ball and BASH IT IN THE HEAD!!
And then that is the really messed up part; this horrible device known as a Pokeball. After you’ve chucked this thing right into the dead-center of the barely-standing Poke’mon’s skull (probably leaving a small crater in its cranium) this horrible device proceeds to rip this poor thing to atoms and suck up its very being into its cold-dark center. What happens next can only be described as an horrific mental-rape, as the Poke’mon is brainwashed into thinking the person who has just given it this brush with death is, and has always been, its best friend in the world. You know how when the pokemon is sucked into the ball there is that period where the ball rolls around chaotically. That isn’t the Poke’mon trying to break free (think about it, its body has been converted into energy) that is the last shred of the Poke’mon’s willpower DESPERATELY fighting to maintain the sanctity of its personality and freedom as its very personality is re-written to confirm to the cold totalitarian-enforced standards of its new human-enslaver. There’s a reaosn Pikachu won’t go into his Poke’ball folks. Seriously, your talking about a device which essentially rewrites identity and personality to your liking, you KNOW if we could suck people into Poke’balls Ash would be crushing half of the planet under the thumb of his Poke’ball-created dictatorship, unless someone from the republican party beat him to it.
So now you have converted this once happy, content wild animal into your own portable, pocket-sized slave which you can use for your own amusement. So what does this creature have to look forward to? A life of endless battles against other poor animals which have also been enslaved by these cruel human children to obey their will. Every waking moment of this creatures existence is pain; the only time it is allowed to taste the sweet freedom of the real-world is when it is being savagely attacked! It would be like if I put you to sleep with drugs and only awoke you when I felt like chasing you around with a switchblade! If the Poke’mon hasn’t been traumatized enough from the shock of the capture-experience, it’s mental-stability will inevitably crumble after less then a week of this sort of lifestyle. Then you’ll have trainers tossing out Poke’mon who are foaming at the mouth, or cradling themselves in a fetal-position. The lucky Poke’mon are the ones whose trainers are brainless enough to send them out against a Poke’mon that is so much more powerful then them it will grant them the sweet release of death when it tears them limb-from-limb due to the fact that its mental trauma has caused them to go berserk with insanity.
And how does society in general treat this horrible breach against all that is holy in terms of humane treatment of sentient life? Do we punish these unfathonably cruel children for their inhumane acts? NO! We REWARD THEM! They earn MONEY for what can only be effectively described as a practice even more horrible then cock-fighting, and by the ADULTS no less! If any logical parent showed up in the world of Poke’mon he would backhand these brats for their nearly satan-level cruelty. But no, these kids earn BADGES and TITTLES in what can only be described as the Immoral Boy Scouts! In fact, the trainers who release their Poke’mon back into the wild are LOOKED DOWN UPON by their society! Why!? Because they release these Poke’mon from their horrible enslavement and grant them the CHANCE to regain even a SHARD of the life they once had and the innocence that was forcibly ripped from them!?
These children want to strive to become the strongest of all trainers, the top of the Poke’mon League, in a tittle known as Poke’mon Master. Poke’mon Master!? More like “Cruelest Human Being in Existence”!! You’ve caught all the types of species of Poke’mon in existence? Congratulations, you’ve effectively reduced an entire SPECIES to a life of slavery and torture under your own cruel socially-reenforced despotism!!
Don’t be fooled by their happy appearance folks, these Poke’mon are suffering under the tyrannical thumb of their human masters. Their “cutesy-wootsy I’m your best buddy” act is nothing more then the result of their breif mental reprogramming inside the Poke’ball, either that or its just Stolkholm-syndrome because they know any attempts to rebel against the human autocracy will result in severe beatings and their immediate termination! My dear sweet Lord, someone free these poor things!
But anyway, yeah, I like Poke’mon games too
