I know James is usually the Team Rocket member known for having such good relationships with his Pokémon, but I think Jessie deserves some attention in this regard as well.
Pure breed Solosis resemble a simple protozoa. They love mild environments!
Pathogen Solosis are a viral variant, and are usually found in toxic or polluted environments. Their plasma is poisonous to most other Pokemon.
Like a white blood cell, Hunter Solosis will eat anything in their path! Unlike the peaceful pure breed, they’re quite aggressive!
Producer Solosis have the tough cell wall of a plant cell. Because of this, they can tolerate much rougher environments.
Archea live in some of the most inhospitable places on Earth, and this volcanic Solosis variant is no exception! Some believe them to be ancient ancestors of modern Solosis.
Prestidigitator Solosis link together like the nerve cells they resemble to enhance their psychic powers and play tricks on the minds of larger Pokemon.
The Man O War Solosis has made its home deep in the sea, where it uses it’s long tentacles and cute face to ensnare prey.
Like a tiny seed, Spore Solosis are slaves to the wind, leaving nature to scatter them all over the world.
Dark Lanturn Solosis are quite rare, but very easy to spot- They’re bioluminescent like the noctiluca algae they resemble. Huge groups gather at certain seashores for a breathtaking spectacle!
Solosis variants are here! With such a simple design based on real organisms- and such a diverse egg group- the Solosis line lend themselves to variants perfectly! Check out the image captions to see what kinds of cells these little dudes are each based on!
This reminds me of a party I went to last year. I was standing with some friends, chatting, and someone said something that indirectly implied that sexism exists. Some trivial recounting of the basic facts of daily life for most women. Something so mild, so uncontroversial, so mundane that I don’t even remember what it was.
Suddenly, this man standing on the outskirts of our conversational circle piped up with “actually, I think men are more discriminated against than women these days.”
All conversation died.
I turned to look at him and he had this smug, insufferable grin on his face, relishing this moment, expecting us to waste our time and energy refuting this ridiculous thing he had just said.
The Devil’s Advocate was among us.
And, in my mind, I saw the next 15+ minutes playing out. The parade of facts and statistics in a vain attempt to defend ourselves, our gender, and to prove that misogyny is real. The glib, snide denials from some shithead who is getting off on our pain and frustration. The Gish Gallop of bullshit that would take a whole evening to properly dismantle. It was depressing and overwhelming. I hated it. I had to kill it before it began.
So I looked him dead in the eye and I said “OK,“ shrugged, and just walked away.
Nothing I have ever said to another human being has ever been so crushing. As I walked away, I watched the smug grin vanish and confusion and anxiety set in. The rest of the group turned their backs to him and carried on as if he had never spoken – as if he was invisible. He was still staring at me when I walked over to another friend and told her what he had said. I pointed him out for her and made direct eye contact with him while we both laughed.
tl;dr: Don’t feed the troll. Let it perish, cold and hungry, in the wasteland of your indifference. It is weak and you are strong. Live your best life.
Harvest Guardian 