>>50060304You FAGGOTS think you're hot shit? Think you play Smogon, get a fucking berry banned, you're some sort of battling prodigy? Pokemon are NOTHING like in the fucking games–stare a Tyranitar in the face and tell me you'd have the BALLS to make your little bulbasaur use tackle. You'd piss your pants on the spot.
And how about your authority? You can't raise your voice at the Mcdonalds cashier, think you'd be able to command and restrain the full MIGHT of a Hydreigon? Not a chance in hell, you'd get mauled by your own fucking pokemon.
So where does this leave us? Simple—you guys are weakling BITCHES and I'd murder all of you in a SECOND. I don't fear death, I command respect from my team of handpicked killing machines, and my skill is vastly superior to all of yours. I am smarter, and I think faster—any strategy you think to deploy in desperation, a pathetic last effort in the face of death—I have predicted, and I easily counter.
None of you are a match for me, all of you COMBINED couldn't defeat me. I am the wall you can never climb, the reflection of DEATH staring back at you, at your awareness of mortality. I shall give you lot of RATS fair warning, shall we ever meet—steer clear of a trainer draped in black, with the eyes of a feral beast.
Mercy is not a luxury I give freely.
