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smash_logs2010-05-18 05:07 pm
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Open Log!
Who: Giratina and anybody that would for some reason want to be around this guy
What: Talk with Giratina, fight with Giratina, glare with Giratina, do stuff with Giratina!
Where: Outside!
When: May 19th
Rating: Uh... Maybe some mild swearing, it depends on who joins the log.
Giratina sat under a tree, doing, well, nothing. As he sat under the tree, various complaints went through his head, most of them about how much he hated the world around him. The horrible world... that was created by his horrible mother. Giratina narrowed his eyes and glared at the sun that shined in his eyes.And then he went blind. He then glared at the clouds passing by.
Giratina was beginning to figure out that, because of the long amount of time that he was trapped in the Distortion World, nobody remembered him. How could he get proper respect as god if nobody even remembered who he was, or what he was a god of? In fact, Giratina himself could hardly remember what he was a god of. He just believed that he was a god, like his siblings. If he wasn't created to look over or control something, then why would Arceus create him? Just so she could test him? So she could see if he would follow her orders?
Giratina looked back down, and watched as random people passed by, trying not to think about his mother any more. Maybe he could talk to somebody to take his mind off of her. Unfortunately, Giratina wasn't the best at friendly conversation. Maybe if you talked to him enough, he might become a little more friendly?
What: Talk with Giratina, fight with Giratina, glare with Giratina, do stuff with Giratina!
Where: Outside!
When: May 19th
Rating: Uh... Maybe some mild swearing, it depends on who joins the log.
Giratina sat under a tree, doing, well, nothing. As he sat under the tree, various complaints went through his head, most of them about how much he hated the world around him. The horrible world... that was created by his horrible mother. Giratina narrowed his eyes and glared at the sun that shined in his eyes.
Giratina was beginning to figure out that, because of the long amount of time that he was trapped in the Distortion World, nobody remembered him. How could he get proper respect as god if nobody even remembered who he was, or what he was a god of? In fact, Giratina himself could hardly remember what he was a god of. He just believed that he was a god, like his siblings. If he wasn't created to look over or control something, then why would Arceus create him? Just so she could test him? So she could see if he would follow her orders?
Giratina looked back down, and watched as random people passed by, trying not to think about his mother any more. Maybe he could talk to somebody to take his mind off of her. Unfortunately, Giratina wasn't the best at friendly conversation. Maybe if you talked to him enough, he might become a little more friendly?
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