This is the story of a champ. No, not the champ we all know and love. This is the story of moot, truly the greatest champ any of us will ever know.

His champ call wasn't a tripfag's cry for attention - it was a weeaboo's call to action.
His team wasn't a ragtag group of memes and shitmons - it was you. It was me. It was all of us.
And his winstreak wasn't a statistic buried in some Smogon server - it was years of memories, forever buried in our hearts and souls.

He never skipped a shitmon, because there was no login necessary to join in this fight. And he always fought his hardest. No matter how loud the cheers or jeers got, he kept his cool and met every obstacle. He went into debt for us, and in turn, we were forever indebted to him. But always, in the back of our minds (and surely his) was that nagging question: what next? Of course, he answered...

So one day, silence. This was our test, wasn't it? Hand in hand, we walked into that great unknown. A future unimaginable. We were terrified, no doubt. But we could handle it.

"New champ."

No one man could take that title now. We're all champs thanks to you, moot.

>Friends from days gone by:
pastebin.com/0bYpM0at
memebasemon.com/
>Art of forgotten eras:
showderp.booru.org/
>Threnodies for the admin of eternity:
plug.dj/showderp-1/
>Heir to moot, heir to perfection:
!memesP7yyY

Don't be sad. Even we'll be gone some day.