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Once upon of time, there lived a tribe of Garchomp in the forest. The leader of the tribe captivated the most sought after female and decided to make a family. In no time, two eggs appeared and were cared after gingerly by the female. The devotion, patience, and love for the eggs caused them to hatch quickly, producing two healthy Gible. The egg that hatched first; the older Gible; was strong and serious. The perfect qualities of a leader. The egg that hatched second; the youngest Gible; was optimistic and gentle. Strange qualities for a Gible, but none of the members of the tribe thought much of it, and continued to live their lives as always. As the two Gible became Gabite, there grew a subtle uneasiness with the youngest sibling. The tribe felt something was off, yet could not pinpoint a reason for their uncertainty. As the youngest Gabite became a Garchomp, what the fuck? Is that sunrise orange and cadet blue? Get that shit outta here.
