03-02-2014, 02:55 PM
A Tibetan Monk snuck up on me while I has harvesting some Potions from that tree. "Want to know some good shit" he asked. I innocently accepted, but what I saw soon after was a gratuitous showcase of graphical violence. An experience that would surely change my world as I knew it...
HE USED HIS MONK MAGIC TO TURN THE WEEDLE INTO A BALL
That was too much for me. There was no doubt now. The people around here are ball fetishists. They turn animals into balls for their own pleasure. They take pride in transforming animals into balls.
This traumatized me to no end. And when I noticed, I was already a ball maniac. I needed to do this. I needed to cram animals into balls. Pokeballs are the right way of life and I am embracing it now.
HE USED HIS MONK MAGIC TO TURN THE WEEDLE INTO A BALL
That was too much for me. There was no doubt now. The people around here are ball fetishists. They turn animals into balls for their own pleasure. They take pride in transforming animals into balls.
This traumatized me to no end. And when I noticed, I was already a ball maniac. I needed to do this. I needed to cram animals into balls. Pokeballs are the right way of life and I am embracing it now.