(I guess we're starting then, huh?)<br/><br/>It was one of those fine, summertime kind of days for John. Sun was out. Nature was at full bloom. Weather conditions were perfect. Tons of obnoxious 'owners' trying to capture him and other fellow people of his kind; fallen under the spell of complete ownership of a less fortunate being on the social and food chain of life.<br/>Yep. One of those days alright!<br/>With John barely avoiding capture from an obtuse Pokemon (what kind? He never looked, so use that imagination of yours!) after managing to steal some essential food supplies, he sat down by an oak tree near the town's main river. For many months, John used this place as not only as a hideout from other potential owners, but as an area to unwind from a stressful day. The running water adding a zen-like vibe from an already beautiful area.<br/>John took out what he stole from that other creature. A pack of chocolate. Not the most filling, but it would have to do for now.<br/>As he took a huge chunk of the block of darkened sugar into his mouth, he looked out at the scenery in front of him. Most of the time, he would always hide in a slim hole beside the huge oak tree that every creature has overlooked so far by how unlikely a human could fit into that skinny hole. It was always a tight fit, but it did save him from some unspeakable horrors.<br/>While his guard was down and he was left in the open, if there were to be any creature to try and get him right now, it would require quick reflexes from John in order to escape....