>>12683371They all begin to rattle Xerxes with power believed to be impossible to have come from just a bunch of wooden statues. But it's happening, right in front of your eyes.
"NO! NO! GET YOUR DIRTY WOOD HANDS OFF OF ME, YOU LITTLE PRICKS! STOP, STOP! I COMMAND THEE, I AM YOUR RULER! XERXES. XERXES IS POKEMON CROSSING. XERXES!"
The Gyroids do not follow his orders. You're not even sure if they're capable of listening to anything he says anymore. No amount of faux, hasty remorse can save the demon now.
Eventually the Gyroids grab a hold of him, "NO! YOU...YOU DID THIS TO ME! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE DOING!? THE PROPHECY! THE PROPHECY! THE GREAT ONE WILL BE DEVASTATED TO HEAR THAT YOU WILL NOT BE SACRIFICED! THE NEW FRONTIER, THE UNKNOWN, UNDISCOVERED, UNSEEN INHABITANTS, DO YOU NOT COMPREHEND THAT THEIR WORLD IS IN PERIL!?"
You shake your head, "No! If you wanted to fulfill your orders, you should have done them the right way instead of taking control of this place, and...and acting like a meanie DICTATOR! This is your fault!"
Xerxes gives you a piercing glare, "Let every person that laughs and smiles at your person be just another ill-fated reminder of the fact that you have DOOMED everyone back in your old home. Peace is but a forgotten term now, lost in a wasteland in which there are no more heroes...."
