It's kind of depressing when you think about it... That trainer out there in the big world with nothing but 3 or 4 Magikarps. He's probably feeling good, he's got Pokemon at least. And that's all that really matters... But there's a part of him, deep inside his heart, that yearns to be a pokemon master like you or the Elite Four. But all his pokemon know only Splash. They can't defend themselves. They can't force other Pokemon on the defensive.

He tries desperately to level up his pokemon to realize his dream, only to be crushed time and time again as a result of his petty pokemon. He's forced into debt as he has to pay every winner money after they destroy his whole team. He has to scramble to the Pokemon Center to revive his Magikarps every time they faint. Sometimes he just feels like giving up. He has to fish for food just to survive and his pokemon are essentially worthless in terms of battle.

He slowly succumbs to his fate as a fisherman; fishing up more and more Magikarps in hopes that this new catch will be different. This one will be powerful. But to no avail. He is stuck, lost in time with no escape out other than hoping some day that someone with even more weak pokemon than his will come along and he will finally be victorious. But no one ever comes. He is weak. He is frail. He is forgotten. The plight of a fisherman...