Upon the Blank Canvas

== The Story ==
The early days of the Kinderverse were met with confusion. The first few residents, if they could be called that, were appearing. No one knew exactly what happened with them, or, where they were now. More importantly, why were they there?
The environment was strange. Despite having some random objects and flowers (mostly roses) across these lands, it felt empty. One might even call it devoid of a certain spirit. Practically, an almost clean canvas with random, meaningless splatters, waiting for someone to do something with it. 
Some of the people that have fallen upon these lands claimed that there were strange purple hues with varying degrees of saturation that didn’t look natural, or at least, not as natural as they were accustomed to in their homeworlds. 
Most notable of all, the passage of time felt weird. It just didn’t feel as to how they were accustomed to it. Despite that, it was still flowing. Like a person who speaks Spanish hearing someone speak Portuguese, there was a sense of familiarity. One good way to know that it was indeed flowing, was through the appearance of new beings in this place. There was a past without them, they fell in through within the present, and they might hold a future.
===In this strange place===
One of these beings was a Pokémon. A Victini, to be more specific, who had a stronger sense of identity and preferred to be called Svictin or SF. At first, when he appeared in this bizarre land, he was confused, disoriented, and wanted to go back to where he originally came from, more than anything else. 
Standing around in the same place wouldn’t solve anything, so, he decided to explore around in search of understanding what was this place in the faith that he will find a way back, somehow. Svictin flew up to the air and noticed how he appeared within a large meadow filled with many roses, trees, varying sizes of hills, and most astonishing of all, objects that clearly didn’t belong to this place. He stared in awe. As far as he could tell, this meadow extended to the end of the horizon. Despite that, the positioning of the hills hinted that there could be more due to them obscuring some parts of the view. 
Svictin’s first thoughts on this place remarked on how it all felt like a landscape from a dream. A strangely, nostalgic dream, like he was here before. Regardless, Svictin thought it was just a random feeling. Probably based on a previous dream he has already forgotten about. Not thinking it was worth meditating over that, he moved on. 
Feeling somewhat enthusiastic about exploring this meadow, Svictin became fond of the idea of getting to know its secrets. What mysteries does this place hold? Did someone make it? Why? Am I the only one? Questions like this would pop into Svictin’s mind. For every question appearing, he became more and more hyped up to explore this world. That was until the crushing realization of his situation came to mind. Will I get back? Will I see my friends again? Will I still be remembered by them? How will this time affect me if I return? Maybe, it was those thoughts that killed his optimism about exploring this strange place, as they made him see it in a new negative light. That left him with a stronger desire to escape, as he was just alone with his thoughts on this uninterrupted field.
Maybe some hours or even days have passed since Svictin has begun to wander around in the hopes of finding something. Unfortunately, it all was resulting in nothing, but seeing the same old boring fields, hills, trees, roses, the occasional ponds, and maybe some things that didn’t amount to anything helpful to what is going on. However, after a considerable amount of what could be time, he found something. He found life outside of his own. Sparing no second, Svictin flew over to meet these beings he found, after all, he was desperate to see someone. Anyone. 
When he neared them, Svictin was taken aback by who they were. Some of them were humans, and some even were pokémon. However, many others were something else entirely. After concluding that they must be beings who probably had a similar story on how they found themselves within this strange place, Svictin went over to meet them. For all, he knew they were the only ones in this mysterious meadow. 
===Together===
The beings that Svictin met were interesting. There were many strange men with one holding a big weird red sword-looking thing, someone who kind of looked like a cyborg, a yellow ball-looking thing, a somewhat small cartoonish guy with a sword, who was accompanied by what looked to be alternate versions of him in drastically different styles (if they could be called that), and many others. Despite how varied some of the new folk he just met were, some of the beings here included a Lucario and a Vaporeon. They were most likely not from Svictin’s world, as far as he knew, but he was glad there was a sense of familiarity within all these new people he met. 
Eventually, Svictin got to know them. He learned some names, for example, the cyborg guy was named Yu Narukami. The yellow ball was named Goober. To his admiration, he learned that the Vaporeon assigned herself a name, that being Vappy, and so on, so forth. 
Although he got to know them a bit more, they knew just as much as he did about the meadow. Their stories of how they ended up in this strange place had a common theme of one day something occurring that led them to this strange realm, whether they wanted it or not. This just raised more questions. They did not know why them specifically. Maybe they were randomly selected, or perhaps, there was a deeper meaning to why were they all there.
Throughout this strange passage of time, they all stuck together, not knowing exactly what to do, or where they should go. The vast meadows filled with roses still didn’t give any indication of something greater than what they appeared to be. Looking elsewhere for answers still didn’t help. The sky might’ve had strange hues of purple, but, what could they do with that? All of what they could do was wander around, in hopes of finding anything that could help them understand the meaning in all of this. 
As time went on, no one found anything helpful. The most they found were ponds of freshwater that many times included some fish, some nice-looking trees, roses, and some random objects, but besides that, there wasn’t much to note about. Eventually, everyone agreed on a strategy to have a local point in common and make something of a camp. That way, they had somewhere to stay in these lands, and while some could rest in this camp until they moved, others could explore and discover more about this meadow, if it was possible. 
Using the random objects around the meadows, they managed to build something resembling a camp. This proved to be successful, as they were making progress on what they knew about the place, thanks to having a calm, yet focused place to talk this out, and perform some research. Granted, it wasn’t any key to all the answers, and many times, what they found just raised more questions, but it couldn’t be denied that they were making a small progress.
Of course, Svictin wanted to know as much as possible, and many times would go on his own to the meadows, in the hopes of finding the next clue to solving this puzzle. This lead Svictin to just explore the meadows until he got sick of it and returned to what could be considered the camp. Many times, that same story would just repeat itself, until one day, he went too far out into the meadows, leading him to find a big hill that obscured his view of what was beyond it.
===Painting and Creating===
When confronted with this hill, Svictin got excited and decided to go up to the top of the hill. Svictin thought that it might lead to at least a nice view to somewhere that hasn’t been seen yet, and maybe find something worth noting down. 
As soon as he flew up to the top of the hill, he was somewhat shocked by what he saw. Svictin saw an extensive meadow for kilometers without end or any variation of what came before him. Maybe there were some smaller and taller hills, some big enough objects, but, nothing else that he hasn’t seen previously. 
Before departing back to camp, Svictin decided, to take a moment, and reflect. This might be his home, for all he knew. There seemed to be no real way back. These people could be his friends, enemies, or even, family, depending on how things played out. 
Don’t judge a book by its cover, is what many say, he thought to himself. Perhaps, there could be more, anything than just this long meadow. If there was a way in, there could be a way out, and return… Sweet Arceus, I hope there’s a way to return. Just, what can I do? 
Svictin stood there reflecting once again on his situation for what could be considered hours. Eventually, he needed to move on. As soon as Svictin was about to return to camp, something hit his head. When he turned around to look over to see who hit him, he saw no one. As far as he was concerned, he came to this hill alone out of curiosity. He then looked upon what hit him. On the ground, there was a stack of paper, some brushes, and paint, all marked by some brand called “Gamebot’s”. Svictin thought about leaving them there, as they weren’t his, but then, he thought: What if I draw a little? I mean, it wouldn’t hurt experimenting. Where’s the harm in just making one, or some paintings?
As soon as he thought that, he grabbed a sheet of paper, and began painting. What he did first, was make an overly simplified version of the hill he was in. Svictin thought it was good enough and almost moved on. However, more could be done.
He verified how much liquid paint there was in each canister, and how many sheets of paper there were. Now knowing, that there is more than enough, he decided, to make more paintings. Svictin began drawing things he saw, recalled, and just anything that came to mind at that moment. It was fun, and it distracted him from the reality he was living in now.
Eventually, he began drawing the folk he met. When it came to drawing Goober, Svictin thought about it. What a wacky design Goober has, in retrospect. It must be easy to put in some effort to draw him decently enough…, he thought to himself. As soon as that thought came and went, an idea surged through his mind:
What if I draw him fast?
Having now thought of that, Svictin placed upon himself a challenge. Draw Goober as quickly as possible. And just as quick as he thought of it, he began to do it. Within 30 seconds of going over to the paper, grabbing the brushes, and painting the image, Svictin accomplished it. However, those 30 seconds lingered on his mind. Could I go faster? he thought to himself.
Svictin began to draw more and more, each time trying to better his time drawing it. Sometimes he managed to barely go below those 30 seconds, but other times, he took longer. In the end, it didn’t matter. It was fun.
After making some drawings, Svictin realized, it could be even better if he brought over the concept to the people he has met. And so, he did, marking the beginning of a new sport. At first, some didn’t grasp the concept of this new thing Svictin came up with, and besides, there were still some issues. Now that it was practically a sport, rules needed to be established to keep things fair and maintain order.
Svictin knew that given enough time, those things could develop naturally. Oh, what it could become. A sport where people look into breaking the current record of who drew the fastest and the best drawing. Perhaps a civilized and non-violent way to settle the small issues not worth fighting violently over, if the opportunity somehow arouse. The possibilities for this could be truly endless if applied well, and who knows what those possibilities could be. Svictin was certainly excited for what it could mean, at least, for what it could mean for this place he’s now in. 
Although, this sport distracted from the burning questions of where they were, and why they were brought over to this meadow, at least they all now knew something for sure. If they were going to be stuck in such a blank canvas for who knows how long, they shall at least make it their own by adding their charm with their art and culture to their new home.
== Now, a comment by yours truly, SF ==
Wiki is dead. I don't care enough to fix most of my typos if they appear within this added part. I just wanted to come in, drop in, and say, now that the lore is something else, this story no longer works, and it's dumb. Some parts alluded to the fact that SF was there before, but, no, that hasn't happened. Now this is wordy. Damn.
Well, I used to be proud, now, I don't want to see this again. It's useless now.
----Side note, to fuck with this wiki, I might replace all Images I find with an unique image. I'll keep a record of the original ones, maybe, but, what does it matter, this place is a desert.
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