Hm, I could've sworn this was one of those things you don't get to choose in life. Oh well, if I'm going to have to look at myself in the mirror every morning, I might as well be easy on the eyes.
Rivalry starts pretty young around here, huh? What'd I ever do to him, anyway? Steal his pacifier? At least he looks alright these days.
Isn't he your grandson? ...The professor here seems awfully forgetful. It's GARY. ...Wait, am I the only one whose name isn't written completley in capital letters? And so, some introducing myself (and his own grandson) to the typical absent-minded professor (not shown) out of the way, my adventure begins in the sleepy town of Pallet. How old am I, anyway? How'd I get here, and why did I not have a gender until just now? What sort of world is this? We shall see...
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