No. They were basically the same as China's treaties during the 19th century. (Which was coined the Century of Humiliation by the Chinese.)
Ultimately, the Germans became Nazis because of the Treaty of Versailles, before settling down as normal Germans again.
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Time flies, right?
25/06/2024
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Jesus. What's gotten into Scraggy lately?
If anything, now he's worse than me. I usually just back down and get on with life:
(KaBling's and Magikarp's First War - KaBling pictured on fire, shaking hands with Magikarp after the end of the war.)
...whereas he just continues bringing up shit from last year.
If anything, now he's worse than me. I usually just back down and get on with life:
(KaBling's and Magikarp's First War - KaBling pictured on fire, shaking hands with Magikarp after the end of the war.)
...whereas he just continues bringing up shit from last year.
Now I HAVE to study.
In other words, I posted some IC.
In other words, I posted some IC.
That particular blast hit us hard. Spruce at least wasn't compounded by shrapnel, unlike us. Damn, what the hell did Davis pack recently?
As I rolled down the hill leaving a fading trail of purple, I realised someone was stumbling up to the crystal. Greg's words echoed in my throbbing head - "You'll kill us all!" Well, it was something similar. And he shouted it, from top of the hill with an obvious wound in his leg. I looked back at the lone Pokemon, as he/she swiped the crystal from its place and left behind a gaping... hole. A 'hole' is the best I can describe what I saw. I just wanted to save us all, lifting my magnet into the air to electrocute that thief, shortly before my vision became black. I failed. Miserably. All because I had taken enough damage for one day. The strange thing was that Desia was on the other side of the hill, busy trying to beat the life out of Davis. So... who was this mysterious figure? Or figures, maybe...
Then again, I was probably delusional. I mean, I had a concussion which was worsened by a bomb going off next to me. And I had suffered grievous wounds, some I which I suspect would require some metal to be smelted into me. Some last words resonated into my head, but were too muffled to make out.
We were all dead Pokemon.
...and only Arceus knew how we were still alive.
"Gah..." I woke up with a bunch of other Pokemon. Mostly my team, but also some apparent... strangers. Within seconds, I realised we were on a rickety cart, passing trees and bushes slowly with the help of a towering Dragonite. They were all talking, as if I forget I was even alive. I didn't mind to be honest. I caught a few words in the conversation, especially 'Scale City.' Greg was snoring, while Spruce still lost colouration. Grabbing a branch and ripping off some leaves, I wiped off the remaining purple on my wounds, thinking about where to dispose of them... after all, I wasn't sure if they could still kill something. So, I just left them beside myself. "Well. That ended well. Let's go celebrate." Sarcasm. Never ceases to exist, because it's such an amazing tool. Meanwhile, Kamina started yapping (admittedly poetically) to Celes. "Kamina, here's a quote I saved for you: 'Pain is weakness, leaving the body.' You don't want to know who made that quote, 'cause he suffered from lead poisoning and always burnt his feet with rockets." As normal as I sounded, the content of the sentence didn't exactly give good connotations.
"Now, I need a recap. What we were discussing this morning? How about the current condition of Spruce? He's gone all monochromatic. Greg on the other hand still has a-"
"M, shut up. I had that weirdly-shaped metal removed when we got rescued by these Pokemon." Greg was alive and well. He had some weird stuff around his wound, but otherwise seemed alright.
As I rolled down the hill leaving a fading trail of purple, I realised someone was stumbling up to the crystal. Greg's words echoed in my throbbing head - "You'll kill us all!" Well, it was something similar. And he shouted it, from top of the hill with an obvious wound in his leg. I looked back at the lone Pokemon, as he/she swiped the crystal from its place and left behind a gaping... hole. A 'hole' is the best I can describe what I saw. I just wanted to save us all, lifting my magnet into the air to electrocute that thief, shortly before my vision became black. I failed. Miserably. All because I had taken enough damage for one day. The strange thing was that Desia was on the other side of the hill, busy trying to beat the life out of Davis. So... who was this mysterious figure? Or figures, maybe...
Then again, I was probably delusional. I mean, I had a concussion which was worsened by a bomb going off next to me. And I had suffered grievous wounds, some I which I suspect would require some metal to be smelted into me. Some last words resonated into my head, but were too muffled to make out.
We were all dead Pokemon.
...and only Arceus knew how we were still alive.
"Gah..." I woke up with a bunch of other Pokemon. Mostly my team, but also some apparent... strangers. Within seconds, I realised we were on a rickety cart, passing trees and bushes slowly with the help of a towering Dragonite. They were all talking, as if I forget I was even alive. I didn't mind to be honest. I caught a few words in the conversation, especially 'Scale City.' Greg was snoring, while Spruce still lost colouration. Grabbing a branch and ripping off some leaves, I wiped off the remaining purple on my wounds, thinking about where to dispose of them... after all, I wasn't sure if they could still kill something. So, I just left them beside myself. "Well. That ended well. Let's go celebrate." Sarcasm. Never ceases to exist, because it's such an amazing tool. Meanwhile, Kamina started yapping (admittedly poetically) to Celes. "Kamina, here's a quote I saved for you: 'Pain is weakness, leaving the body.' You don't want to know who made that quote, 'cause he suffered from lead poisoning and always burnt his feet with rockets." As normal as I sounded, the content of the sentence didn't exactly give good connotations.
"Now, I need a recap. What we were discussing this morning? How about the current condition of Spruce? He's gone all monochromatic. Greg on the other hand still has a-"
"M, shut up. I had that weirdly-shaped metal removed when we got rescued by these Pokemon." Greg was alive and well. He had some weird stuff around his wound, but otherwise seemed alright.
That's not ironic. You're just a Lugia; do you EAT sea Pokemon? Then that's ironic.
Although, what's currently ironic is that my family came from a seaport city in China, which the main food is seafood - I hate seafood. And I live in a country where seafood is actually rather abundant.
Although, what's currently ironic is that my family came from a seaport city in China, which the main food is seafood - I hate seafood. And I live in a country where seafood is actually rather abundant.
Gottam study.
Seeya potential IC for today.
Seeya potential IC for today.
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I'll just reset then.
I'll just reset then.
Okay. I knew that.
If they have five bars, does it mean 'X 5?' (X being the move.)
If they have five bars, does it mean 'X 5?' (X being the move.)
Ah crap.
I've lost track of who's moves has the bars and who doesn't.
As a result, I've either added too many or too little bars. So, I have to reset the bars to 'fix' the problem, more or less.
I've lost track of who's moves has the bars and who doesn't.
As a result, I've either added too many or too little bars. So, I have to reset the bars to 'fix' the problem, more or less.
Erm...
Which moves should have bars?
Which moves should have bars?
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