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[bestsweater]

[As of Sunday, TD-34 is blown up. The front wall has been knocked in and what was once the living room is a pile of debris, papers and pieces of wood that used to be furniture. It appears that no effort has been made to clean it up, and the inhabitant is nowhere to be found.

Or is he.

Closer inspection of the ruined apartment reveals that the bedroom remains intact, though the door to said room is hanging off its hinges, and strange noises seem to be emanating from the wreckage in general.

Inside, the lone occupant is slowly

going

crazy.]
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Guys, this is a really funny joke and all but everyone can stop now.

Please?

Viridian City's not really...is it?

GIOVANNI YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO REPLY TO THIS JOURNAL ENTRY DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.

Comments

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Back to New York. You said that some people almost blew up Manhattan but you stopped them and then someone else made you forget the school ever existed.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

[He grunts and turns away. SUPER CONVERSATIONALIST.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

FINE. WHATEVER, KEEP FORGETTING YOUR BEST BRO.

TURN INTO A ROBOT.

SEE IF I CARE.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

[HE FEELS. SAD DEEP DOWN AND HE CAN'T EXPLAIN WHY. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY. So he leaves.

Like a sad robot.]