“Hoo boy, well, I’ll try to explain all I can, Also, Don’t worry ‘bout it, make as many assumptions as you want, hell you can even be assumptive about me if ya want, I’m just here to entertain you after all, Aren’t I?”
“Anyways, Lets take these in chunks!”
“No, no, you’re right, The Gen-One Kanto was broken into rotting pixels and bits.
Buuuuut, as ya know, there’s more than one cartridge- more than one game for the first gen too. Did'ja think every version of Kanto was like that buggy mess?”
“Nah..”
“Just two!”
“Though, technically I would say yes to this, it is at least somewhat contained. Hell every god’s gotta have a couple handfuls of eternity prisons where it keeps its least favored. Some get mountain, some get graves, some get depressed, Some get Bitrot.”
“If ya want more info on the world though, you’re gonna have t’ ask fer more specifics, can’t just dump a mile-long history lecture.”
“Yes, I’m referring to Reddo, though you’re right, there are many rejects 'round here.”
“I disagree though I think he is little. Sure he may be tall but he’s practically a skeleton. I can break him like a twig. And have broken him like a twig.”
“Nah, as I said, not gonna spend my time in a bitrot hell prison if I don’t gotta.
My Kanto’s just empty and abandoned for a different reason. Last time I saw a person here was..”
“It was…er…”
“hm. Maybe it was when I…”
“Yeah.. Yeah, it was….”
He shrugs.
“Oh nah they’re just some part of me or somethin or other. I don’t think I got the like. carving-painting-other skill bull to do that anyways. I just take the textures and my sprite does its work for me.”