This pasta was copy-pasted from Geoshea's Lost Episodes Wiki. All credit goes to the creator.
If you are a fan of Pokemon, then you are quite familiar with what a shiny is. A shiny Pokemon is a Pokemon that is a different color than normal, but much rarer. Shiny Pokemon can be used to flex on other trainers, but, again, are extremely rare. A lot of people make it a challenge to hunt for shinies, but this is a mistake. The only people I see shiny hunting on YouTube are the successful ones. The unsuccessful ones, however, are left to rot in the dust.
My story begins when my sister got a copy of Pokemon Emerald for her GameBoy Advance. Neither of us had used the thing in years, but she decided to try it out anyway. It was when she started playing when I pointed out the first shiny that either of us had seen.
“Look!” I shouted, “You have a shiny Mudkip!” It was true. The Pokemon, which was normally blue and white, was now purple and beige. My sister gasped. This was one of the rarest occurrences in the game. A shiny starter Pokemon. It was all hers. She started to giggle uncontrollably. The giggling turned into loud laughter.
“A-are you okay?” I asked nervously. My sister snapped out of her trance and chirped “Yep! I’m fine!” We both brushed it off at the time.
Days went by, and my sister had a tendency to stay in her room for most of the time. She would occasionally come out of her room to eat, drink, and take bathroom breaks, but that was it. I began to worry, but I stayed out of her room, mainly because she didn’t like me going in without her permission, which she rarely gave.
Weeks started to go by without my sister leaving her cave. I had enjoyed my time away from her, as she can be quite annoying at times, but this was starting to become worrisome. When I asked my parents about this, they claimed that she was fine. Doubt rang in their voices, however.
A month went by without my sister leaving her room. I decided then and there that I would open the door and barge into her room. I regret making that decision.
The room smelled of decaying matter, which was no surprise. My sister was bone thin, her eyes were sunken, and her mouth was open. I touched the inside of her mouth. It was as dry as a desert. Her hair was matted and she hadn’t changed her clothes at all. She was truly a mess. I fell onto my knees and cried. I decided to look at her team.
Shiny Gyarados
Shiny Hariyama
Shiny Exploud
Shiny Pelipper
Shiny Beautifly
And, of course, Shiny Swampert
Who knew that a simple color change in a Pokemon would be enough to drive my sister to starvation, dehydration, insomnia, and insanity?
That was many years ago, in 2008. I still play all of the Pokemon games, but as soon as I see a shiny Pokemon, I release it.