I can't believe she's already 30 years old...

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!

Will we ever get proper regional flags?

Emmydook continued, the tone turning cruelly casual, "I was wondering where to leave the 'leftovers.' I think I’ll take a stroll to Celestic Town. Once my gut is finished turning the great Sinnoh Champion into a steaming pile of waste, I’ll drop a load right on your grandmother’s doorstep. I want her to see exactly what’s left of her precious granddaughter before I move on to the rest of the village."
The graphic image hit Cynthia harder than the heat. The mental picture of such a humiliating, foul end—of being reduced to nothing but filth for her family to find—broke something inside her. Her hands stopped clawing. She slumped back into the pooling enzymes, her body hissing as the digestion intensified.
The bleakness of her situation became a physical weight. There was no secret technique to save her, no hidden Pokémon to burst through the walls. She was just organic matter, helplessly stewing in the dark. As the acid began to more aggressively savage her skin, the "Champion" simply closed her eyes, listening to the steady, terrifying heartbeat of the creature that was now her entire world.

>walks into GameStop
>Sees female working
>Walks up
>"good day m'lady"

>she looks up from sorting amiibo
S
>"Johto is objectively trash tier design. Level scaling is a literal crime against statistics. You hit Morty with level 18-20 team and he drops 21-25 Gastly, Haunter, and Gengar. Then Elite Four jumps to 40-50 like they forgot what a difficulty curve is. Bad faith difficulty. Not skill issue, bad programming. And the dex variety? Oh my Arceus. Twenty new pokemon then endless Sentret, Geodude, Zubat etc spam. Kanto rejects on repeat. literally recycled content with worse pacing. change my mind"
>Leans in
>"Perhaps m'lady would care to discuss this intellectual tragedy over Monster energy and chill? We could bond over shared suffering. I would even name my next permadeath after you. Highest honor in the Nuzlocke community"
>She stares for 10 solid seconds
>"I'm good thanks"

>Nods and leaves
>"Another L....fucking Johto strikes again"

The space inside the beast was a humid, lightless tomb. Cynthia’s lungs burned with every shallow breath of caustic air. Panic finally shattered her dignified facade; she began to strike out blindly, her fists and boots sinking into the thick, spongy lining of the stomach walls. She punched and kicked with the desperation of a trapped animal, trying to find a weak point, a rib—anything to break.
"Let! Me! Out!" she screamed, her voice cracking as a splash of concentrated gastric acid seethed against her shoulder, eating through her black coat and searing the skin beneath.
Above her, the world shook as Emmydook let out a guttural, mocking bark of a laugh. The sound was wet and heavy.
"Still got some fight in ya? Good," the monster’s voice rumbled through the floor she lay upon, vibrating her very bones. "Stirring the pot only makes the juices flow faster, Cynthia. You're just tenderizing yourself."
Cynthia’s blows grew weaker as the intense heat began to sap her strength. The walls didn't tear; they simply rippled, absorbing her strikes with a sickening, rhythmic pulse.
"You know," Emmydook continued, the tone turning cruelly casual, "I was wondering where to leave the 'leftovers.' I think I’ll take a stroll to Celestic Town. Once my gut is finished turning the great Sinnoh Champion into a steaming pile of waste, I’ll drop a load right on your grandmother’s doorstep. I want her to see exactly what’s left of her precious granddaughter before I move on to the rest of the village."
The graphic image hit Cynthia harder than the heat. The mental picture of such a humiliating, foul end—of being reduced to nothing but filth for her family to find—broke something inside her. Her hands stopped clawing.

Have beat a kaizo hack?

So what ever happened to Palworld?