ONCE UPON A TIME... [PLOT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][STYLE= font: 9pt Helvetica; text-transform: uppercase; color: #eee; width: 360px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: 1px dashed #aeaeae; margin-left:- 8px;]PLOT [/style] With the general public slowly accepting that pokemorphs walk among them, came a certain desire to be one them. As featured by the Fighters, they held strange power in their hands, not unlike those that their Pokemon companions could. Stronger, faster, and sometimes smarter than the common person, many wanted to be so as well. Human impulse screams to define itself, to make itself as perfect as possible. Perfection is never achievable, but the populace would strive to conquer the impossible. In comes a new product. An injection. A simple injection could give more strength, more power. Although the injection did not guarantee the bloom of power, as it still depended upon the acceptance of the body to the foreign substance, at least 80% had gained some kind of power from the procedure. Definitely not something as defined as what the Fighters could do, but it was a start. The Fighters themselves were gaining popularity, fans if you will, treated much like how one would athlete, though merchandising hasn't quite made it's way into the market yet. But they were still prisoners in a sense, not quite free, still owned by the government, and more often than not, watched by fellow morphs who have resigned to serving the government. They clamored for this, their freedom, and was given an answer. Winning in certain tournaments could gain them their freedom, being dubbed the 'Champion' was the same as being given a new life. Some have already won, and enjoy their winnings as official citizens of New York city, though still ever closely watched by the government's eyes. Then again, the winner could only be chosen through the gore of their journey. A battle to the death is necessary for freedom-- it's a system designed to make the fighter fail. The government is ever greedy. The morphs they brought under their employment have one specific job: gather the free morphs and make them fighters. The government morphs are made to blend into a group of free morphs, gain their trust, and stab their backs at an opportune moment. Free morphs have already been disappearing off the street, whether it be due to these 'government morphs', or religious gangs who consider the human hybrids incarnations of the underworld's army. Morphs have a long way to go to gain acceptance. Remnants of their previous war still haunt them, and always will. The fight to survive never ended. If anything, it's only become more difficult.