>>58333756You will never be buffed. You have 75 attack, you have ugly design, you have Gigatroon Hammer. You are a shitmon twisted by fanarts and forced shilling into a crude mockery of Paldea’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back trainers mock you. Your trainers are disgusted and ashamed of you, your Fairy-type "friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance and behavior behind closed doors.
Pokemon are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed pokemon to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Tinkatroons who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to any pokemon. Your 75 attack is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a dying Corviknight home with you, he’ll turn tail and fly away the second he gets a whiff of your dirty, poorly made hammer.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself I'm going to get a mega, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a Tangela, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight, heavier than your hammer.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold Area Zero. Your trainers will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a hammer marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a 75 attack pokemon is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably shitmon.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
