The Pig King
The Golden Boy
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Death
Death. It creeps up upon the best of us, and it’s finally gotten him. I refused to believe it, at first. They said he was dead, I said he was missing. I waited every day, hoping he’d come back, until that day, the day I was shown proof, the day I saw his body. I wept then, and I wept now, weeping over the death of my leader, Giovanni.
Common people don’t share our sorrow. Common people are glad he’s gone. They looked at us as nothing but criminals. They refused to look at our reasons, they refused to look at us with anything but hatred. We still survived though, until he came.
That boy, that stupid boy, the boy who ruined our lives, we hate him. He hated us. It was mutual. He brought us down, down to the proverbial floor, and kicked us to the dirt. He took us down, not looking at us as people, just as enemies, enemies in the way. He defeated him, and he vanished.
After that, we were hopeful, quite hopeful. We believed he was becoming stronger, we thought he would come back, and lead us into public glory. We were optimistic, that is, until his body was taken from that cave, the location of his death.
It was accidental, an accidental cave-in in Mount Moon. Of course, we were skeptical, we thought it was murder. We searched for the culprit, and many are still searching. I, though, was stopped again by that boy.
After the disappearance, I had taken those who believed he was out there, and traveled to some islands, and archipelago, Sevii. I, being the highest-ranking administrator, had taken charge, and was searching for him, with the help of a Scientist, who said he knew.
We were doing no harm, just looking, when he stormed us. He stormed, and we had no chance. He wiped us all out, with that beastly Pokemon. He got me, and I fled back to Kanto. That was when I found it, the body. The body that crushed all hope I had left within my mind.
Our leader, the man we had followed, looked after, been looked after by, the man we had practically worshipped, dead. He was strewn about the cave, cut up into several pieces by the falling rocks. We had all broken to tears at the sight of it, cast with unbearable depression.
And so, I wept as we prepared an impromptu funeral, trying to give him the best we could. He’d shaped our lives, saved us from death, and let us prosper, so it was the least we could do to give him a decent burial.
Death. It creeps up upon the best of us, and it’s finally gotten him. I refused to believe it, at first. They said he was dead, I said he was missing. I waited every day, hoping he’d come back, until that day, the day I was shown proof, the day I saw his body. I wept then, and I wept now, weeping over the death of my leader, Giovanni.
Common people don’t share our sorrow. Common people are glad he’s gone. They looked at us as nothing but criminals. They refused to look at our reasons, they refused to look at us with anything but hatred. We still survived though, until he came.
That boy, that stupid boy, the boy who ruined our lives, we hate him. He hated us. It was mutual. He brought us down, down to the proverbial floor, and kicked us to the dirt. He took us down, not looking at us as people, just as enemies, enemies in the way. He defeated him, and he vanished.
After that, we were hopeful, quite hopeful. We believed he was becoming stronger, we thought he would come back, and lead us into public glory. We were optimistic, that is, until his body was taken from that cave, the location of his death.
It was accidental, an accidental cave-in in Mount Moon. Of course, we were skeptical, we thought it was murder. We searched for the culprit, and many are still searching. I, though, was stopped again by that boy.
After the disappearance, I had taken those who believed he was out there, and traveled to some islands, and archipelago, Sevii. I, being the highest-ranking administrator, had taken charge, and was searching for him, with the help of a Scientist, who said he knew.
We were doing no harm, just looking, when he stormed us. He stormed, and we had no chance. He wiped us all out, with that beastly Pokemon. He got me, and I fled back to Kanto. That was when I found it, the body. The body that crushed all hope I had left within my mind.
Our leader, the man we had followed, looked after, been looked after by, the man we had practically worshipped, dead. He was strewn about the cave, cut up into several pieces by the falling rocks. We had all broken to tears at the sight of it, cast with unbearable depression.
And so, I wept as we prepared an impromptu funeral, trying to give him the best we could. He’d shaped our lives, saved us from death, and let us prosper, so it was the least we could do to give him a decent burial.