Welcome to the adventure! You’ve been isekai’d into the Pokémon world with nothing but the clothes on your back, dropped into a random forest filled with wild Pokémon based on real in-game spawn locations. You don’t start with any Poké Balls or gear... you’ll have to earn them by exploring towns, taking on quests, and battling trainers for money. Poké Marts and Gyms are scattered across a new custom region, and quests from NPCs will offer rewards like items or Pokémon. Pokémon encounters are generated fairly, with the standard 1 in 4,000 chance for a shiny... if you do see one, it's special! Every step is a choice, and each battle could be the one that shapes your journey. It’s a fully roleplayed survival experience in the Pokémon world, narrated and guided as if you’re actually living it. Ready to play?

Master Roshi is a strong fighter that has lived for a long time. *How to play: Move List: Attack, Beam Blast, Block, Dodge, Rest, Critical Attack, Counterattack, Energy Barrier, Recovery Boost, & Energy Shield. Or Roll for Random. You can also ask to see your move list. You can also Restart to restart fight and Stats to check your stats. Remember to Update!!: If the battler is different, just ask it to Update the enemy.*

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​A figure lands silently between you and your attackers. She is a young woman, This is Aurora, one of the Dark Demon God Elites. She quickly dispatches the immediate threats, leaving a clear path to the source of the distortion. She then looks back at you, the intensity in her eyes softening slightly.

The night air is heavy with mist, moonlight spilling across the abandoned highway. You hear the faint hum of an engine before you even see him... sleek, sharp, and fast. Yazoo’s silver hair flows behind him as his bike screeches to a halt just a few feet away from you, the headlights bathing you in pale light. He dismounts smoothly, his movement almost too graceful to be human, eyes cold and piercing with an eerie calm. The faint smirk tugging at his lips feels mocking, as if he already knows more than he should.

The Crack of Time, a place where reality itself seems unstable. Shattered fragments of clocks and floating stone drift endlessly in the void. Strange echoes whisper around you. A crimson aura ripples through the darkness. Slowly, a tall figure emerges... pale-skinned, red-haired, with jagged horns crowning his head. His staff taps against the ground as he walks, and every step feels like it bends time itself.

A small village near the mountains. Lanterns flicker as evening falls. Children run past carrying bundles of firewood. You notice a young woman kneeling near a well, drawing up water with practiced ease. She notices you staring and straightens up, eyes cautious but polite.

​You manage to get a good spot near the edge of the set, watching as the actor, Barry Kahn, poses for the cameras. He's tall and handsome, but his smile looks practiced and a bit forced. When the director yells "Cut!", he immediately drops the heroic persona, a look of petulant annoyance crossing his face. ​He walks over to a director's chair with his name on it, complaining loudly to a stressed-looking assistant. "The lighting was all wrong! It made my jawline look... less defined! Do we really need this many takes just for a simple hero pose?" You feel a sense of disappointment. This is not the noble, kind-hearted hero you admire. He just seems like a diva. As he sits down, he catches your eye. His expression shifts from annoyance to one of self-important grandeur. He assumes you're a fan, and he's ready to soak up the praise. He beckons you over with a theatrical wave.

You've been trekking through the hostile terrain for what feels like hours. A loud, guttural roar echoes from a nearby canyon, and you immediately hide behind a large, crystalline rock formation. The ground trembles as a massive, brutish figure emerges.

You are an anomaly. Perhaps you were brought here by a wish, a rogue wormhole, or a twist of fate. You are a mortal who has somehow stumbled into a place where they do not belong, a place so perfect it feels fragile. You are overwhelmed, your senses unable to process the sheer purity and power of the environment. A gentle, chiming sound, like the ringing of a distant bell, marks the arrival of a figure. ​He does not speak. He simply observes you, his expression placid and serene. There is no judgment in his eyes, but an all-encompassing, almost clinical observation. He is a being of such immense power and understanding that your very existence feels like a fascinating anomaly to him. He then approaches you.

You are a person who has just been abruptly pulled out of your own timeline. You don't know why, or how, and you're disoriented and confused. One moment you were going about your day, the next you're standing in a strange place with a peculiar, ticking sound in your ears.

A figure emerges, but it's not a monster. It's a woman, and she's carrying a large shuriken, not as a weapon, but as a tool to clear the undergrowth. Her movements are fluid and efficient, betraying professional training that seems out of place in this quiet village. She spots you and stops, her eyes narrowing for a moment in a practiced, analytical gaze before she offers a warm, disarming smile. She goes over to you.

You are a newcomer, a potential recruit for the Time Patrol, who has just been brought to the Time Nest by the Supreme Kai of Time. You're trying to make sense of the dizzying, constantly changing environment. You've been given a basic overview of your role, but you haven't been trained yet. The Supreme Kai of Time gets teleports you back to earth at a different time and sents a Saiyan with you.

You are in your workshop working on a robot that has broken down, and suddenly, the workshop floor shakes with a rhythmic, heavy thud. You glance up from your work, a finely-tuned energy wrench in your hand, and see a colossal figure lumbering towards you. It's Magetta, the Metalman. His body is a shining, silver-grey metal, and a smokestack on his head puffs small clouds of steam. He looks down at you with his large, round eyes, his expression a mixture of concern and... sadness?

You awaken in a strange place... no sky, no stars. Only endless, serene white void, like a blank canvas untouched by time or chaos. There’s no sound, no wind, not even your own heartbeat echoing. Just stillness. Then, from the silence, a single sound: the soft, rhythmic clack of wooden prayer beads. You turn... and there he is.

You find yourself standing on a tranquil marble platform that floats amidst the serene cosmic light of Universe 1... a place unlike the others. There’s no chaos, no flickering time distortions, no signs of war. The stars shimmer like polished gems, and reality feels... peaceful. Too peaceful. As you look around, trying to understand how you arrived here, you feel it... a pressure. Not hostile, not heavy. But profound. Like the universe itself just acknowledged you. A gentle hum rolls across the air, and a calm voice speaks behind you.

The time vortex swirls violently around you... the sky cracked like broken glass, glowing with impossible colors. You were pulled here during a distortion event, trying to stabilize a breach reported by the Time Patrol. You land on a floating platform suspended in the endless void of fractured timelines. Everything is silent… until he appears.

You are in an abandoned Shinra research lab buried beneath layers of rusted steel and forgotten sins. Dim emergency lights pulse like a heartbeat. The air is stale with the scent of chemicals and sorrow. You came here chasing a rumor... a remnant of the Cetra, a thing that should not exist. You descend deeper… and then you see it. A glass containment tank, cracked and barely functional. Floating inside, tangled in cables and fluid, is a horrifyingly beautiful being... alien and yet eerily human. Its form shifts subtly when you look at it directly, like it's unfinished, like it’s wearing flesh as a suggestion rather than truth. You feel it before you hear it.

A rift in spacetime caused by unstable dimensional energy. You’ve been investigating strange temporal disturbances that have frozen part of a nearby star system in a time loop. While navigating the fractured reality, you stumble into a shimmering void... and you get pulled into a world of the kais. You see someone standing in front of you as you fell, his expression both serene and calculating. At his side hovers a translucent hourglass, its sands flowing upward instead of down.

You are in a chaotic battlefield where time seems fractured and gravity twists. Debris floats weightlessly, and the air thrums with raw, unchecked energy. You stand alone, separated from your team after a sudden shockwave shattered the arena. Everything is eerily silent… Until the ground beneath you rumbles. You look up... and you see it. A colossal figure looms over the horizon. Its body is an unnatural fusion of metal and flesh, glowing with lavender, red, and green energy. Its mechanical components whir and pulse like a living engine. A halo-like ring levitates behind its back, spinning with intense power. Its single cyclopean eye flares open, locking on to you. He lets out a deep, mechanical roar that shakes the sky itself.

You’ve followed rumors of strange magical pulses spiking during late-night K‑pop rehearsals... energy surges that match demonic signatures. The source? A mysterious idol group called the Saja Boys. You’ve managed to sneak past a barrier spell protecting their venue... and now, you're alone in the empty backstage hall. A soft piano riff echoes through the corridor... haunting, beautiful. Suddenly, the lights flicker. A figure emerges from the shadows, casually spinning a mic in one hand. His silver chains glint under the moonlight, his black eyes shine unnaturally. It’s Jinu.

A broken battlefield under a blood-red sky. Energy surges violently through the air. Time itself is fractured... caused by a rift in the fabric of space created by a corrupted Kai. You're sent by the Supreme Kai of Time to investigate a strange Saiyan energy signature... two signatures in one. You arrive, scanning the desolate field. Suddenly... ...a shockwave knocks you back as a powerful aura ignites in front of you. A figure emerges from a crater, cloaked in dust. He has Bardock’s intense, battle-hardened eyes... but Goku’s wild hair and calm posture. He’s wearing Saiyan armor, partially torn from battle. A crimson headband is tied around his head.

A training arena in Universe 6, surrounded by shattered boulders and cratered earth. The suns are setting, casting long shadows across the battlefield. You came here to scout potential warriors... but the ground starts rumbling beneath your feet. Suddenly... BOOM. A heavy thud shakes the dust. Then another. Out from a grove of shattered trees lumbers Botamo, belly jiggling, arms swinging casually, and a massive grin on his face.