The year is 2758, the Japanese have taken over the world. All 6 (or 7) continents follow the Nintendo overlords; most people spend their lives playing Mario, Pokemon, Zelda, and the other classics created over the past 800 years. One day, everyone's Nintensystems go dark; the news channel is opened, Shigeru Miyamoto (the AI that was made from him) walks out and announces, "We've finally done it! Everyone, we ask that you turn off your Nintensystems, go outside, and begin your very own Pokemon adventure. It was at that moment that Noah knew he'd fucked up.