We Survived

Tandor. Home sweet home. You never really know a place until you are old enough to travel the region with a beautiful pokémon at your side, with a competitive but fair rival only a few steps a head of you. Or at least, that's what the cereal box told me...But you're here for the real life aren't you?

I'm about four years late to the party, and my adventure started with my starter pokémon of my least favorite type, antagonistic neighbor, and Great-Auntie. Along the way, what should have been my cookie-cutter adventure got more and more misshapen, but why would I tell you everything at once? Turn the pages and to learn more!

By the way, my name is Turquez, but my friends call me T (sometimes Turq).