Porygon Party

Moteur Diga

As the west engulfs itself in a fiery demise glass eyes roll for miles out of awe-stricken faces. With guts hardly wrought with revelation but caving in none the less.

"How could this happen?" cries the butcher's wife whom fueled the same flames but days ago with a shotgun and her gallons of malicious liquid cash.
Through crooked ash teeth she sighs "I always wondered why the chains were so tight..."

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