Once upon a time, after the release of Pokémon Blue and Red and Gold and Silver, came Pokémon Ruby and Sapphire.
"Stop!" the world exclaimed, for how would we ever catch 'em all if that number kept going up? And how could we cope with the fact that Pokémon were beginning to look more and more like mouldy food on an acid trip?
Fast forward ten years, and there are seven generations of Pokémon. Seven. The creators were never stopped - and now, before us is some kind of sick Pokémon dystopia compared to the world we once knew and loved.
Can you handle the truth?