Name of RPG: Silent Memento
Link to RPG: ?
Name on RPG: It's owned by Biohazard, but I decided it needs advertising.
Category: Pokemon crossover RPG (if I tell you what it's a crossover with, it'll ruin the fun!)
Details on the RPG:

Coldness.

That’s the first thing you feel.

An icy, biting sort of coldness has settled on your skin. An accompaniment to the darkness that shrouds you, the inky blackness that presses against your eyelids, so all you can hear is the erratic beating of your heart.

Or wait.

Maybe...you can’t.

Which is...odd...to say the least...

There’s a flash as your eyelids flutter open.

You’re face down on something cold and wet. The pungent scent of freshly mowed grass hits your senses.

Huh.

Getting to your feet, you blink lethargically, running a hand through your hair in order to tame the messy strands. Your eyes widen as you take in the surroundings. A small shake of your head as you try to convince yourself that this isn’t real.

Except it is.

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with what you see. Everything seems fairly normal. You’re in the middle of a field of grass that overlooks a relatively quaint little village. There are buildings. There are people. There is wind. There is sunlight. Sunlight that is uncannily gray, but sunlight all the same.

Yet you don’t remember this place at all.

In fact, you can’t even remember how you got here.

Hell, forget that.

You’re having trouble remembering things in general.

It’s as if a chunk (or maybe a few chunks) of your memory have suddenly gone missing.

Is it amnesia? You certainly don’t remember hitting your head that hard.

You wait there, face pulled into a grimace, struggling for clarity, for an explanation. Hoping that you can recall something. Anything.

How the hell did you get here?

The only response you get is a blank, white fog that settles over your mind and senses.

As if you’re trying to remember something that was never there in the first place.

You release a frustrated groan, about to plop uselessly to the ground, when suddenly there’s a sharp buzz as your leg begins to tingle. Clapping a hand over your pocket, you pull out a cellphone that most certainly doesn’t look like yours. Yet it was in your pocket, and the text message that you receive is most certainly addressed to you.

Go to the Estrella Laboratory To Pick Up a Starter pokémon.

Necessary Details regarding your Registration have already been sent.

The message is not signed.

Just when you think things can’t get any stranger, your phone buzzes again. You skim the text message:

To whom it may concern;

I have just sent some very important files to your cell phone. It is in your interest to read them. They may assist in answering some of your queries.

Good luck.

So now you have some documents that barely answer your questions or alleviate your doubts, a cryptic message, and not a clue as to what you are doing here.

So, you do what nearly anybody in your situation would do.

Taking a deep breath, you begin your descent down the grassy hill and into the village, headed towards the central building with nothing but your bag on your shoulders.

You have no idea where you’re headed, no idea how you got here, and no idea what’s in store for you in the near future.

All you know is that, right now, you are sure of one thing, and one thing alone.

A piece of you is missing. And you’re going to get it back.

No matter what it takes.

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