You were the randomization.
You had died. And the game had saved .
The game paused. The static stopped. For one perfect second, there was silence. Then, a text box appeared, not in the usual font, but in a thin, handwritten script:
A level 2 “Pidgey” used “Splash.”
The first gym was a puzzle. The leader, a gentle sprite of a woman named Violet, did not use Flying types. Her first Pokémon was a Weedle with the stats of a Mewtwo and the move “String Shot,” which in this ROM was a one-hit KO that also crashed the game if used twice. You lost. You reset. You woke up in bed. Your mother asked about the smell of burnt ozone.