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What
begins as innocent reverie stumbles through a hazy cloud of social missteps and
ends in abject disaster.
Hop is but a delicate flower.
But alas, by evening, he is plucked.
Title: Despair
There are many ways to skin a Skitty. No matter where you start: at its head,
spine, or tail; either way, the Pokemon perishes painfully. With fell blade and
razor conviction, anyone can be made into the Kitten, and thereby, skinned.
"Thanks for inviting us over, Vic/Glo!" says Hop, "It's been a bit since last time,
hey? Does your mum still make those snags I like?" An overenthusiastic demeanor
made up for the rest of the group perfectly.
"Could you ever stand to eat something decent? I'm surprised you haven't contracted
diabetes. I swear, even a Munchlax practices better dietary habits." Bede, while he
cares for his friends, shows it through
Experience made the Pokecrew into sullied beings. Twisted thoughts and broken
dreams line their psyches, altering the direction of their motivations. Not that
they'd ever purposefully show their true personalities to each other, of course.
Would you fully disrobe in the company of your peers? Well, perhaps so, but none of
the rivals are you now, are they?