It was Sunday at twelve o'clock, and SL Monk showed up at a church. Did he rediscover his faith and go there for worship? No, it was actually twelve o'clock midnight, when the Pokemon in Pokemon GO gyms were weak after many hours, and it's easy to knock them out. The gyms located at churches were usually less frequented by players due to various reasons, but blasphemy was not a concern to PokiMonk.
Without his formal spiritual self and God, SL Monk lost the meaning of life. He didn't know what it meant to be meaningful at all. With his children into Pokemon GO game, he picked up where they left off. It was one of the most popular mobile game played by many adults for health or any other reasons. No longer was any reason needed. FUN could be the sole sufficient reason.
The game required minimal attention, and it was a great time filler anytime you were forced to wait in line or wait for anyone. To distract himself from sexual desires, he would just mindlessly swipe for one Pokemon after another. He did not understand why so many others played the game. He did not understand why he played the game. It mattered not to him however.
Going from a goal-oriented overachiever to someone who would play Pokemon GO to fill up any time gap was some transformation. Gradually, he realized that why he played the game. It was his drug or alcohol. He needed to be intoxicated so that he would be in another world instead of being reminded that he was missing sex. He helped and played his children's accounts besides his own. Armed with multiple accounts from family, he could defeat any boss and raided Pokemon gym with minimal help.
Being active in his local Pokemon community chat group, he was welcome by many due to the simple fact that raiding became easier with him. Even the mere summoning without actual invites would attract GPS spoofers to join. As time went on, with his persistence and some planning, he rose up in levels beyond level 45 without much difficulty.
