THE GAME PROLOGUE THE PLAYER'S LIST In a dark place somewhere near Wanonee Mountain on Shirona, he materialized himself. Ready to cause world destruction, ready to destroy things in mass quantities. BUT HOW FUN IS THAT? he thought to himself. I WILL COMMUNICATE WITH HUMANS WHICH ARE KNOWN FOR STUPIDITY AND FOOLISHNESS, AND I WILL TELL THEM THAT THEY HAVE UNTIL THE SOLAR ECLIPSE, THAT THEY HAVE ONE MONTH, TO PLAY MY GAME WITH ME. AND IF THEY LOSE, I WILL DESTROY THE MASSES CALLED THE EARTH. AND IF THEY WIN. WELL, I'M POSITIVE THEY WON'T WIN. He materialized a book, in which was labeled, The Player's List. THIS BOOK WILL LIST THOSE WHO WIN, AND THOSE WHO LOSE. THOSE WHO DIE, AND THOSE WHO LIVE. He began whispering to the book, in which context was appearing on. WHAT FUN IS A GAME WITHOUT RULES? MY PLACE? HERE. WHERE I AM. THIS SHIRONA CONTINENT. IT WILL BE THE FIRST THING I DESTROY. MY TIME? WHENEVER THE SKY TURNS GRAY, YOU WILL SEE A BLACK CLOUD ABOVE THE MOUNTAIN OF WANONEE. THAT IS WHEN I CHOOSE TO PLAY. YOUR CASE OF VICTORY? THIRTEEN CHOSEN ONES MAY LEAD YOU INTO VICTORY. THIRTEEN WILL LIVE, AND ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SEVEN WILL DIE. THERE WILL BE TWO HUNDRED PLAYERS, CHOOSE THEM WISELY, OR YOU MAY LEAD YOUR OWN PLANET TO IT'S DEMISE. YOUR CASE OF DEFEAT? SHOULD YOU FAIL TO REACH THE TOP OF THE WANONEE MOUNTAIN, AND THE ECLIPSE SHOULD COME, YOU WILL LOSE. HEED MY WARNINGS... IN THE LITTLE GAME I SHALL PLAY, IF YOU RUN OUT OF POKEMON, IT LOOKS LIKE YOU WILL DIE. The book with faded leather binding, and ancient looking paper, floated down towards the continent that was inhabited by the humans. It randomly drifted down, like a dove's feather falls to a river.