When some crazy Rocket Grunts send me through a real-life portal at the exact moment Arceus does that "Rest now, my children" schtick, my life kind of goes to hell in this new land I'm in.
I'm known as Orange Pudding. I know that my age and gender are silly for the kinds of things I like, but you know what? I like the things I like, and shouldn't have a problem with it. And I don't.