The world, thoroughly destroyed by its inhabitants, still shows that its trying to survive. But even in this state there is still a quaint beauty to it, like watching the crackling of a smoldering fire on a rainy night. From up here you can see everything your ancestors once strived towards, and the great loss to my generation... But such a thing only happens when you toss your morals aside for a change of pace... heh
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this is a bit of a description for the chapter i am still working on, inspiriation fleeting and flooding from undertale fan-made animations and comics lately but still aims towards what i feel inside. This is also going to be used as the cover for my masks story.
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this was made by the wonderful and talented  jolijacques
the character is me
pokemon belongs to gamefreak and nintendo