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these_ballsThankfully, Proton was on top of it this year. As the chaos began to sweep across the regions, the phones had been going off almost nonstop. Ariana was displeased, Archer completely peeved that their security had been breached so easily. Needless to say, the sacked rockets were spending a few good days in the hole. A swarm of Gastly, being sent out from Rocket helicopters around the city, unleash mass attacks of Hypnosis at everyone they see. Wherever the Gastly don't hit, those wonderful Sleep Powder Bombs do.
And during those few hours of slumber, the machine powers up, powers down. The world shifts again, and those odd visitors, the strange guests, extra pokémon, demons, world-breakers, and the like--it all leaves, taking away every trace of evidence with them. Time, as usual, has not changed--it's still ticking, just as it had been during those three days.
Three days, completely gone. Entries from the PokéConnect have been completely erased, notes and photographs and news reports nothing but a mess of errors and destroyed wastes of paper. The residents, all of them save for three rocket executives (poor Petrel, he forgot his gas mask in the back office), wake up to memories of odd dreams that don't seem quite real.
Man, for those who have been here for two years, doesn't that just suck?
Pokégears and clocks will register the proper time and date. The regular background music returns, and everything is once again back to normal--whatever value one has of 'normal' in this world. You may find yourself waking up somewhere you don't remember falling asleep in. A different building, a different city, a different region, or even out on a trail or on that damn Ice Path you just left. Any pokémon caught or new friends met during the event will not be present or remembered in any sort of detail. Like a really strange dream that you know had some sort of effect on you, even if you can't recall the details.
You may continue to backtag 4th Wall posts at your leisure! Thank you so much, guys!
But that's not all...
( Remember those swarms? ....YEAH )
And during those few hours of slumber, the machine powers up, powers down. The world shifts again, and those odd visitors, the strange guests, extra pokémon, demons, world-breakers, and the like--it all leaves, taking away every trace of evidence with them. Time, as usual, has not changed--it's still ticking, just as it had been during those three days.
Three days, completely gone. Entries from the PokéConnect have been completely erased, notes and photographs and news reports nothing but a mess of errors and destroyed wastes of paper. The residents, all of them save for three rocket executives (poor Petrel, he forgot his gas mask in the back office), wake up to memories of odd dreams that don't seem quite real.
Man, for those who have been here for two years, doesn't that just suck?
Fourth Wall is now over!
Thank you for participating, everyone!
Thank you for participating, everyone!
Pokégears and clocks will register the proper time and date. The regular background music returns, and everything is once again back to normal--whatever value one has of 'normal' in this world. You may find yourself waking up somewhere you don't remember falling asleep in. A different building, a different city, a different region, or even out on a trail or on that damn Ice Path you just left. Any pokémon caught or new friends met during the event will not be present or remembered in any sort of detail. Like a really strange dream that you know had some sort of effect on you, even if you can't recall the details.
You may continue to backtag 4th Wall posts at your leisure! Thank you so much, guys!
But that's not all...
( Remember those swarms? ....YEAH )
