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You may think you know pain. And you would be wrong. My sister... I couldn't do anything to save her... My form..... it is not of a Wailord. At least not in the genises of my life. I was once a majestic Gallade. A strong warrior! The Wailord you see before you is the result of a life of pain and extreme suffering. It has made my sould blacker than knight, and my heart beat like icecubes.
She was beautiful my sister. With soft voluptuous lips that you could kiss (except I'm not into incest so I didn't). We were going to the beach down in Slaport, in the Hoenn Region. Just as I was about to sit by the relaxing seashore reading a comic book, the sky became black (much like my soul today). It was Dark Arceus, the creature who killed my father! He sent down a swarm of flying possessed Sharpedo, and attacked my sister..... why....WHY HER?! She did no wrong! But they came after her like ruthless monsters, going at their top speed of 97mph, which usually takes about 10 seconds to achive in a Sharpedo, but their blackness made them go faster. So I rushed after her to save her! And then, out of the sea, Dark Arceus summoned the great Dark Shadow Wailord! He then bit me and it hurt bad! I writhed in pain and sat their watching my sister get eaten alive by Sharpedos. I cry Thursday because of this. I cry on Thursday because that was the day that this happened. I remember this because I always check my calender everyday, because i was born with mild Alzheimers, so I might forget the date sometimes.
