When I was seven they came. They came and destroyed the world I lived on, murdering all who lived upon it, apart from me. I only escaped because of my powers; the ability to warp between dimensions. My whole life was then changed for ever, first learning to wield a gun at age eight, and then starting my murdering spree at age ten. Nine years have passed, and I have abolished numerous worlds, too many for me to count. It was my own way of revenge against the universe for making me suffer. Finally I have come to a new world, one inhabited by strange creatures called Pokémon, and as I look upon this world of beauty, a new thought comes to my mind: 'Do I really want to do this?' I shake my head to clear the thought. 'No, I seriously don't care.'
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