Death

Gold knew he would have to go beyond Lavender Town at least once if he wanted to continue his journey. He had heard scary myths about Lavender Town. He didn't want to go.

When he arrived, however, it wasn't as bad as he thought it was, but there was no way he would go into the POKéMON tower. But he couldn't stop himself. He felt something was there... something life changing....

And there it was.

Sadness.

So many sad people...

All rooting from one thing.

Death.

Gold soon discovered death was unavoidable - for all loved ones, for all POKéMON, for him himself.

At first Gold didn't really care - it hadn't happened to him. But then he found people in the POKeMON tower, crying about their deaths, and he cried too. And soon, his deaths began. His POKeMON had all died. He would mourn at the POKeMON tower every day. One day, while he was grieving, he had gotten a call on his phone. Prof. ELM told him his mom had died. Now he fell deeper into the sadness. What he learned was called depression. Then his own death came. One day he was sitting in the darkness, when everything he had done suddenly just fled away from him. He tried to catch it, but it was no use. He was feeling pain. He couldn't keep up. It was over.

I woke up to play Pokemon Gold when I found all my progress was lost. The internal battery must have died. It was fine though. It was just a game. I threw the dead Gold copy out and set off to find an alive one. Everything's fine. It's just a cartridge. Why are you crying? Hm? Gold? My character? You feel bad for him? Dude, are you okay? Everything's good. We can just get a new copy, and a new gold. everything's all good. Lighten up. It's not real death.