Pokemon World: God of Hate Chapter 2

Pokemon World: God of Hate Chapter 2

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This is the continuation of Pokemon World Chapter 1. One day, in Cupiditurbs city, weird behavior has been spotted in pokemon. They were becoming progressively more hostile towards people to a point where it was forbidden by law to let them outside. It was a major problem to people who's jobs had anything to do with pokemon. The phenomenon rapidly spread across the city, country, and globe. It wasn't a disease, despite being called the "Plague", nobody knew what it was. After a few days, pokemon began actively trying to kill people, even their own trainers. With wild ones from the forest coming out to storm cities, it was clear that the world is going to change beyond recognition. Meanwhile, the main characters are scattered around the giant lake, most of them imprisoned in some way. Will they find the source of the Plague? Will they be able to stop it? Will Frank stop being a moron?
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Without warning it began! The inevitable, I think it's fair to assume this book is not in my possession. This means I'm most likely dead. Most nights I wrestle the reason I have chosen to explain what happened, the things we did to each other, things no human being should witness. I Wright this simply to enlighten your poor soul and give you more of a chance than I had. A chance to survive what is most likely the brink of human extinction. Times are harder now and as the days go by we are less of our former selves. We have become husks floating around in a lost, desolate world. I look at this place and it still seems so alien to me, as the days roll into the nights I'm still unsure of how we got to this point. If you are reading this, you too are probably North and very much aware of what has happened to our beloved city. I feel a responsibility to inform you that you will most likely share the same fate as I have. I understand you may be wondering what's worse than death, trust me in this place death seems like a paradise compared. I do not know why I still feel so obligated to write this. To be honest most nights I think its just an escape from the madness, like a natural sedative it's the only way I can fall asleep in this hell. However I do need to clear my conscious and pay dividend for my demons. I need you to know what happened to me; I need you to know what we have become and what we are capable of. I need you to know why we have chosen to kill each other, why the smell of human flesh lingers in the air like slow roast pork on a Sunday afternoon. Why bodies litter our streets. Why things that seemed to be so impossible happen in front of our very own eyes. Why conformity i this place is the unreal ideas people live their lives by and why I was included into this group of youthful abominations. All of this might be irrelevant compared to what I am about to tell you.

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