Jim raynor woke up in a sweat, sweat glistening on his muscular body. "was that a dream?" he ponfificated to himself? "no, i hope not" he responded to himself.

The dream was the same as it was always the same dream. weird red and white balls rolling around raynors feet... the words "squirtle, squirlte," echoed in his head, scaring him in the night. one night he felt tingling all over his body. "kerrigan?" he mumbles in sleep mumbling. No, it was a weird striped yellow rat, mumbling "pika".

What could raynor do, he couldnt tell his men, theyd say he was drinking again, or worse...

Then one night he decided to go on patrol, make sure there no spartan fags around, if there were he would blast them with his grenade on his bike. He sepd down the valleys of the foresaken planet, when he saw a ball... a red and white ball.

"what the fuck?" he obviously said.

he picked up the pokeball, whats a pokeball? well, in a diffrent universe there amny people who would catch wild animals with these devices. those animals were called pokemons, and they were from the world of pokemen.

and raynor was from the world of starcraft...

This is

the world of

PokeCraft

Gordon freeman was walking down the valley, with his crowbar, when raynor ran his ass over in the speeder bikes, holding the mysterious pokeball of destiny. it felt cold and hard in his hands, just like master chiefs no longer beating heart nexyt week. shit yeah.