Quoted By:
empoleon
one of my friends once borrowed my pokemon silver from me and never returned it, I knew his dad was big on fish, so in the dead of night I snuck in with my uncle's soviet union memorabilia gear and killed one with a shitty harpoon made from a tree branch
the next morning while waiting for the bus I could hear an inhuman howl like a man's soul was bring ripped in two, and my friend lived half a block from the bus stop