As the greatly over powered, Deathclaws the Litten clashed with the mighty army of Popplios, the earth shook, the ground tore, and the very fabric of reality seemed to be tearing at the seems. Again and again, wave after wave, the nightmare never seemed to end, in the background, on could hear the clash of titans, as the mighty Foxans, the culmination of two great warriors of the era, fought against the tyrannical, soul stealing Sunfloura. Blood coated the field of battle, staining it a deep red that eons of rain would never wash away, and for what cause, no one seem to remember.
Deathclaws breath grew heavy, his blows seemed more sluggish with each passing moment, he loathed to admit it, but he knew it was true: he tired. Realizing the end would soon be at hand, he quickly rationalized that, if his time on this mortal world was soon to be at an end, then it he would end it on his terms. Letting out one final, bestial roar, the glorious, dark coated cat levitated up in the air, electrical currents charged around him, a massive amount of energy that could split the very planet in too. One last great attack, to wipe the Popplio army of the face of this pathetic planet, one last declaration to let the world and all who would come after it know that he existed. The attack nearly completing it readying process, the furious feline glanced one last time at the sea lion Pokemon that had given him so much hatred and.....he stopped.
As he lowered himself to the ground, the power of the attack dissipating, he came to a sudden, hard revitalization, and that was the utter beauty of what was clearly the superior Generation 7 starter Pokemon. It gorgeous, blue coat, their adorable, white nose, and the precious way they barked, Deathclaw lay himself on the ground, stunned at the undeniable, majesticism of what could only be called: Popplio. Indeed, the Litten hunched himself over in despair, the horrific realization that an over rated, Shadow the Hedgehog wanna be like him could never compete with the great Popplio crippled his spirit and will to fight. Just then, a flip was drapped over his shoulder, as one of the Popplio had come over to comfort him, the sea lions warm, friendly gaze and the gaze of all him kin told him all that he needed to know: that he wasn't worthless, that he was unique, special even, and that there were many out there who held him in great value.
And then they all had a gay orgy, and what an orgy it was, there was a truth to be learned from the Litten and Poppilo, and that was that there was nothing wrong with being gay, but of course, anyone with the maturity higher then a thirteen year old could see that. Inspired by their display, The Flowey monster thing, taking courage from their bravery, also got in on the orgy, then the FNAF animations got involved, then the Mega Charizard X and his trainer, then Terrance, then the LV. 100 god Pikachu, Arceus, Starry, Hatsune Miku. IT WAS AN ORGY FOR THE AGES AND EVERYONE WAS INVITED!
Except Blood Slash, who wasn't invited and ended up jerking off in the corner, tears streaming down his face as the harsh reality of his pitiful situation hit him harder then a multi-scale Dragonite buffed with Dragon Dance and Weakness Policy. The orgy was a bitter reminder that no creature could love him, even his own Garcevior refused to look at him, and for good reason: for any women who ever looked Blood Slash in the eye was doomed to have a barren womb. He had tried to his luck with men, but the best he could do was "prostituting" his body as a man whore in the streets, and I put "prostituting" in quotations because calling him a prostitute would imply he made money. In fact, he never made one cent in his attempts to sell his body (or one cent in general, as he could never hold down a job), the best he could hope for was that a man would take him, quickly do him in the ass, and then leave him broken and crying in an alleyway.
Indeed, Blood Slash would die young, alone, and afraid, and after his passing he would only briefly see the pearly gates of Heaven just long enough for his parent to tell him that he was adopted and that they never loved him and for him to then be cast into the fiery pits of Hell. Truly this was a sad, pathetic creature, created by an even sadder individual, perhaps named Percy who still wets the bed on occasions and is supposed to be grounded from the computer for calling his dad a "selfish asshole" because his father said he would have to wait a few months for his birthday till he could get a PS4 and then cried like a bitch when his dad grounded him from the computer.