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let me tell you a story.
the story of an anon, a fresh arrival in Unova, happy to continue his adventure in a land with gyms yet to be conquered and a league to fuck him sideways. his path is a little bumpy to be sure, but his trusty pokemon got him through each and every troublesome situation so far - until he gets to the point that anons before him have dreaded, and to which he had paid no heed. surely this was mere superstition and exaggeration to deter him from his path.
"yamero," thinks anon, blissfully unaware of the weeb vocabulary he is currently using, as he runs face first into the Plasma Assault. utterly unable to learn from his mistakes, again and again he tries to find the miscreant responsible, only to be greeted by the same two grunts he has defeated at least thirty times in the ten minutes before. he looks at his token funds which were gradually but rapidly fading from existence, but just as all seemed lost, Jirachi smiled upon him, granting him his wish at last. anon vowed to never return to the Plasma Assault ever again. the end.
