* Luck Flips You The Bird, Turns Out The Lights, And Leaves You Standing Unarmed In A Condemned Factory With A Bunch Of People You Barely Know At Midnight... *

"Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Seven!" The Barker calls out and there is nearly a RIOT!

Oshidewara Sagana: That oversexed, overendowed, overtaned, born-again-with-a-silver-spoon-in-her-mouth-and-four-foot-long-quarter-inch-wide-vibrating-artificial-daimond-dildo-up-her-ASS-HOLIER-THAN-THOU-HYPOCRITICAL-LEGACY-BRAT-BLEACH-BOTTLE-BLONDE-BIMBO already snagged five premium Pokemon from the raffle and now she gets to go to the Special Starters Picks?

You are one of many who leap from your seat to shout in protest against what was obviously a rigged drawing, but, like it or not, campus security restores order and the graduates finish the ceremony without the crowd of angry students storming the stage and beating Oshidewara-San to death with their bare hands.

When it's all over you head back to your dorm room to pack, and everyone else seems to be hanging out with their new Pokemon buddies, that is: everyone except you, your roommate Takeshi, and this one girl, another exchange student, (the natural flame red hair is a dead giveaway), in a room one door down and across the hall on the way to the stairs, who just cries as she packs up her belongings, no Pokemon in sight.

The two of you approach her, and when you say "Hey, what's your name? I'm Yolanda." She looks up at you and you realize who this. She is older* and has changed her hairstyle and clothing, but you'd know her anywhere: Misty Yawa.
*(Duh, college graduates, not going to be wandering around with ten-year-olds unless their parents pay for the privilege if you know what is good for you...)

"This isn't funny Yo-Yo, you know perfectly well who I am", Misty says, voice practically dripping venom and her eyes filled with pure loathing and bitterness.

You KNOW, to the depths of your soul, you are about to need this woman's help for some reason, so you decide to lay your hands on the table and hope for the best.

"Umm, Yes, and No. See, it seems that missing my chance at getting a Pokemon partner which my entire future was riding on has unhinged my mind slightly: you are Misty Yawa, correct?" She nods, suspiciously, not sure what the hell you are playing at...

"Well, that's it, you and Takeshi and a handful of other people's names and faces are basically all I can remember from before walking up this afternoon. Oh, and obviously some useful life skills like basic math, science, and how to speak Japanese. Other than that, tabla-rasa over here. Don't know what I did to make you hate me: I regret it, whatever it was, but right now I only hate one person plus an unspecified additional number of people who helped her screw me and a lot of other people over that bitch Oshidewara Sagana; and anyone who helped her rig the Pokemon raffle, or knew about it and didn't stop them, or worse, also benefited from the fraud! Those other people they screwed over include you, so I'm going to give you a one-time offer: I want revenge for this injustice and whatever disassociative fugue it has caused, join me in this quest, and whatever animosity was between us ends now: the feud is dead. I will be your best friend until you either betray the quest, at which point I have a new reason to hate you, or the quest is over, which would mean I will remain your best friend as long as you do the same for me. Do we have a bargain, Misty?" You ask, extending your hand to shake on it...