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Pokemon : The last act

Elsar1975
The world of Pokémon has ended. Not in fire, not in ice—but in silence. The final war between humans and Pokémon has already been fought… and the Pokémon lost. Ash Ketchum, now older—maybe 25, maybe 30—walks the remains of a world he once saved. Towns lie in ruins. Poké Balls are outlawed. Memories of Pokémon are forbidden. The people have turned against the very creatures that once fought beside them. Ash is a fugitive, a war criminal in the eyes of the new world order. Why? Because he still carries something no one else does—a single Poké Ball, still locked. Inside it is the last surviving Pokémon. > “They say I betrayed the world. But all I did was refuse to let go of my best friend.” Ash wanders through ghost towns, hunted by a regime that believes Pokémon were a virus—a mistake. But whispers spread of an ancient theatre, deep beneath Mt. Silver. A forgotten place where memory, time, and truth are preserved. They call it: The Last Act. --- The Truth: Ash begins to realize something horrifying: This world isn’t the real one. It’s a script—a written, orchestrated narrative meant to erase the bond between humans and Pokémon. Someone is rewriting history. Deleting the story. Erasing the dream. The Last Act is the final defense—a play that retells the entire Pokémon journey, beginning with Ash and Pikachu’s first day… and ending with the truth of how the world fell. But each scene in the play is hidden across ruins, battlefields, and forgotten memories. And to uncover them, Ash must relive them, one by one. ---
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