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I deeply agree that this is only a framework of a world, a landscape without color, depth, or even an attempt at texture. This place seems to barely be able to run itself, let alone hope to develop anything worth calling "culture" or even "language" beyond what it necessary to communicate its obsession with pokemon. We're sorted into only two types of categories based on some sort of pre-designation; those who expected act outside of these categorizes are forced into that Team Rocket organization and either let it run themselves or become part of the constant ennui that is the only true theme of existence here. Those of us who are trapped in this place are the only bright lights, burning with only our very selves as fuel, and even a being like myself is reduced such a tenuous position.

You have a wonderful way with words. May I inquire as to your name?