OpinionatedCyborg
Member
The atrocities I committed were unspeakable, yet there comes a time when even a mute must learn to communicate, and that time is now.
My men and I formed a gestapo of sorts, rounding up and exploiting the weak for fun and profit. We relentlessly pursued all those associated in any way to the game, collectable, and movie. As the profit amassed, so did my already large ego, and I began indulging myself in the very activity I had set to outlaw with my fellow grade 7 oppressors. I began playing Pokemon.
As our influence opened into previously uncharted terrorities, so did my eyes to the terror we were spreading. There was no shame in Pokemon, yet we instilled shame in it. There was no danger in POkemon, yet we had made it a dangerous activity to partake. As enlightenment took hold, I realized that my secret would reveal itself at some point in the future; no matter how much I hid my love for the game I publicly hated, my men--the very men I had trained to fulfill my orders--had become too good at what they did. It was time to come clean. It was time to go hard or go home. It was time to sign, seal, and deal my destiny by destroying the organization of fear I had created, and with it, Pokemon's largest enemy.
Would my attempts to reform a system of brutality and corruption that I had created successful, or was my character assassinated to the point where I began posting on message boards under the username 'opinionatedcyborg'? The answer lies in front of your eyes
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My men and I formed a gestapo of sorts, rounding up and exploiting the weak for fun and profit. We relentlessly pursued all those associated in any way to the game, collectable, and movie. As the profit amassed, so did my already large ego, and I began indulging myself in the very activity I had set to outlaw with my fellow grade 7 oppressors. I began playing Pokemon.
As our influence opened into previously uncharted terrorities, so did my eyes to the terror we were spreading. There was no shame in Pokemon, yet we instilled shame in it. There was no danger in POkemon, yet we had made it a dangerous activity to partake. As enlightenment took hold, I realized that my secret would reveal itself at some point in the future; no matter how much I hid my love for the game I publicly hated, my men--the very men I had trained to fulfill my orders--had become too good at what they did. It was time to come clean. It was time to go hard or go home. It was time to sign, seal, and deal my destiny by destroying the organization of fear I had created, and with it, Pokemon's largest enemy.
Would my attempts to reform a system of brutality and corruption that I had created successful, or was my character assassinated to the point where I began posting on message boards under the username 'opinionatedcyborg'? The answer lies in front of your eyes
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