I’d create a next-gen Pokémon travel postcard series from my couch, hopping between neon Tokyo skylines and chill countryside routes, each card stamped like a fake passport for trainers.

I’d design a next-gen Pokémon “starter pack” tee for my everyday grind, mixing coffee cups, joy-cons, and three chaotic new starters that look suspiciously like my sleep schedule.

I’d build a next-gen Pokémon gym-leader collection, where every leader runs a modern city gym themed around streaming, esports arenas, rooftop gardens, and late-night convenience stores.

I’d sketch a next-gen Pokémon glitch-core line, with monsters half-loaded like bugged textures, celebrating crashes, patches, and the beautiful mess of launch-week gaming.