No, Mr. Darwin, I believe that is how it works… I’m just kidding. There’s a rare candy in there somewhere, too.

This is the problem with all these fatherless children in the world of Pokémon. If this kid had a dad, he’d be all like, “Stop babying the, boy. Just let the kid catch a real Toasteron. I remember I was walking through tall grass when I was half his age. Puts hair on your chest. Makes you a man!”

If you haven’t already seen the first part of this story and/or need a refresher, I highly recommend checking it out.

So it looks as if this whole PokéNoir thing is going to be an online series called Viridian City. And if you are interested in following it or supporting Ray Bruwelheide in his endeavor, you will be able to do all of that from this new tumblr site.

Everyone’s a critic.

Just be thankful that your Pokémon isn’t Garbodor.