Anime you wished was real.
There are many answers I could give, and would have given, but then 8 year-old me called, said I was a nerd and then demanded I say Pokémon, so...here we are.
Starter: Eevee (that's right, I'm rival Gary Oak circa Pokémon Yellow, which, is where 8 year-old me got my start on my pink gameboy color way back when. Not that you asked.)
Sidekick: Tracey Mother-Humping Sketchit (Underrated, but he was artsy and had the biggest calves I've ever seen.)
Rival: Obviously, if I'm Gary, then I'm rivaling Ash. I kinda always hated his scratchy little voice anyway. Sure, he had a real gung-ho attitude and a youthful innocence that the pokémon seemed to dig, but every time he opened his stupid mouth some whiny and obnoxious poké-obsessed spiel would come flooding out. Me and Eevee would totally beat his snotty ass to the ground before he could even say, "Aaaauuugghhhh! Pikachuuuuuuu!"
Me:
Since there is no femme-Gary, I choose Hilda. I like her. Her look is spunky. Plus, shorts. Much more practical.
Dude would be proud.
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