(Darks pov...the whole story is by my pov)
One day, somewhere in the beginning of summer 2017. I got a text from a very old friend of mine. Let's call him z for now.
Z: yo dark
Me: whatttt
Z: remember that game where we meet on
Me: yes, blockheads right?
Z: yes that one
Me: ya what about it?
Z: I want you to go back playing
Me: wth no!
Z: come one love pls!!
Me: if you stop calling me love and get me Pokémon moon, sure!
Z: deal!
And that's the story of why I'm made a server.
And never returned to it intel 5 weeks before summer was gonna end.
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