Sagefag was in his room, browsing /vp/ as usual, when he saw a post criticizing his beloved Unova
>fucking Yawnfag is at it again!
>not my heckin unovarino!!!
As he typed up his strawman-filled, nonsensical defense, he noticed a reply unlike any other.
>I'm outside your house, Sagefag!
Sagefag froze as he heard the bell ring. He opened the door to find a group of masked people. A man grabbed him by his collar.
>nice to meet you, Sagie. I'm Yawnfag.
Yawnfag threw Sagefag to the ground and the masked anons took turns kicking him. They picked up the unconscious Sagefag and took him to the nearby beach, where a bonfire was being prepared.
A pile of copies of BW and BW2 lay next to it. Sagefag slowly opened his eyes.
>y-yikeserino!! what do you heckin wanna do?
The anons shoveled copies of the Gen 5 games into the fire, laughing all the time.
>why don't you join your beloved games?
Two anons threw Sagefag into the fire. His screams echoed throughout the town.
>NOOOOOOOOO HOW WILL I PLAY MY HECKIN UNOVARINOOO NOOOOOOOOOO
After Sagefag and the Gen 5 games were nothing but a pile of ashes, Yawnfag took a huge, satisfying dump on it.