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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2021 11:56 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2021 1:47 pm
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As the collective "heroes" of Earth's final moments began to succumb to the toxins seeping in from outside their breeches haven, one would-be hero would experience something none had likely witnessed in a great many years. Face buried in their hands and tears streaming from their eyes, they would fail to notice the sound of twisting as space ripped itself apart nearby. The glowing hole that had opened in nothingness seemed almost as if beckoning them to it, lifting them off the ground, as if through intent, slowly and gently.
They would take note of the arth beneath them suddenly vanishing and as the speed with which they approached the swirling event horizon before them, they would consider for that brief moment if clinging to this dying world was the right move? If they escaped death here, erasing themself from existence would be as simple as shattering glass, after all. Why should they fight for a world that has no hope left?
And so the Ultra Wormhole claimed them, a willing victim to be hurled across time and space to they knew not where. The only thing they could regret was not saving their partner, the Pokemon left behind and unable to even try and follow as Guzzlord's parting gift claimed it's mind.
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