"Mewtwo. The biggest, baddest superweapon of all, they told us. Genefreaks spliced the code right off of the original template. Except they hadn't modded it this time, they just activated the noncoder regions, every last one. Hell if I know what that means but they sure as shit didn't do it every day."
"You said you saw it?"
"Yeah, me and half the army. The deployed the entire 7th and half the 21st Marine. Two brigades worth, as glorified witnesses. We rolled up to an enemy position, the Weather Institue, one of the fucked-up superweapon labs. Didn't know what the hell they got up to in that hellhole, and I damn well liked it that way.
Anyway, we all get out ,take up positions, and the enemy comes to meet us. Except they don't got two brigades, they've got the entire fucking Hoenn army. So many Rhydons stomping around the waves went backwards out the beach. Enough of those fucking Fearow we could hear them a kilometre away. They even brought out the goddamned Omega Company, four fucking platoons of Alakazam. I tell you what, half our guys damned near legged it when they saw that clusterfuck. Few of them actually did. The Genefreaks didn't care, didn't stop them. We weren't there to fight, we were there to prove a goddamned point.
So, they give the signal, and we thin the ranks. This black van, like something out of a bad war movie drives up, and drops off this canister, bit bigger than a man. The Genefreaks got in the van and fucking legged it. We all stepped back, and by fuck it's a good thing we did, because this can pops open, and this... thing comes out.
Now, I've seen some freaky fucking monsters. I've been in the water, in the burning wreckage of the SS Anne as Sharpedo butcher anyone who made a move. I've nearly been swallowed by a fucking Muk. Hell, I faced down a Haunter and lived. But I don't wanna see the day where I see another one of these things.