Kandykorn
Lion Apologist
- Location
- The Goof Realm
- Pronouns
- They/Them
“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”
― Albert Einstein
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Journal Entry 107. June 1. Time of day, 21:00.
My troops morale has never been lower. The world made sense before. Now, none of it makes any sense. When I had enlisted in this war against these… Extra-terrestrial creatures, I thought it would be easy. Sure, the US armed forces had tried their damndest to keep these savage monsters at bay, but there’s been no luck.
The portal to the other world, which the front lines have been calling an ‘ultra wormhole’, spat out the monsters, and their leader, a man who could enclose the things in balls and put them into his pockets. Stranger still, the boy seemed no more than ten, and the few pocket monsters of his that could talk referred to him as “Red.”
At the beginning of this fight, we were ten thousand strong.
Now, we have only eight hundred remaining.
I fear that we may have severely underestimated this boy and his pocket monsters. What was once a battle against a boy and some fire-breathing dogs has quickly become a war against a child who wields the power of gods.
I pray we might find a solution that prevents the further loss of human life.
Your obedient servant,
-General Thompson.
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Journal Entry 132. June 12. Time of day, 14:55.
Forty five troops are left. This… Child? Warlord? God? Whatever he is, he has flattened the western half of America. We take in more refugees than we can feed.
According to the latest scout reports, Red has one thousand and twenty five of the pocket monsters. He seems to stop at nothing to gain what he desires, which seems to be to bring us to his world. Every person he captures, be they Soldier or civilian, he puts through his ultra wormhole in the middle of LA.
My scientists have captured two of the monsters. According to their data, their names are ‘Pyroar’ and ‘ditto’. They plan to use their DNA to make our own monsters to combat these abominations. I pray they succeed.
Your obedient servant,
-General Thompson.
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Journal Entry 169. June 20. Time of day, 09:45.
We’ve done it.
As the majority of Americans have been living in the now grossly overpopulated New York, my scientists have finally come up with something that could win this war. A lion that can be cloned supposedly infinitely, and are obedient to their human masters.
Right now, the remaining troops and I must stall, while we clone this army of monsters to fight the other army of monsters.
Your obedient servant,
-General Thompson.
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Journal Entry 201. July 3. Time of day, 10:37.
Red finally caught on, calling back his pyroar and ditto, meaning we can’t create any more. Unfortunately for him, it was too late. I have more lion soldiers than I could ever dream of.
Ten billion.
It’s a number that quite frankly is mind boggling to look at.
Tonight, we go to war.
Your obedient servant,
-General Thompson.
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Journal Entry 202. July 3. Time of day, 19:00.
The battle has been brutal. Red has thrown everything at us. Woman-like beings in green and white creating black holes. A lizard man with four arms capable of leveling an entire mountain. A deer with a golden halo around its waist floating above the battlefield, watching as an all knowing omnipotent force. There are dragons, like the ones from fairy tales, and real-life unicorns, fairies, and ghosts. The lions do the best they can.
Somehow, they seem to be able to work as a hivemind. Thanks to numbers alone, they were able to take out most of the smaller pokemon in a heartbeat. Their extra-terrestrial origin also must have done something to them, because the lions are building.
With themselves.
Catapults, towers, and planes made entirely of lions have sprouted out of nowhere. The power that they exude is almost unmatched.
Your obedient servant,
-General Thompson.
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Journal entry 203. July 4. Time of day, 01:01.
The night was filled with explosions. We’re actually starting to win this thing. Red tried every trick in the book. His sea-turtle known as ‘lapras’ had sung a song that killed many. His birds that could freeze continents had picked off thousands. A small origami man who can cut through anything tore millions to shreds, but eventually, a lion got them. Thanks to sheer numbers, the lions and I, on this independence day, could be winning.
Red has even tried to evolve some of his creatures. Some have been put through excruciating pain just to ‘mega evolve’ into much more powerful monsters. Even still, the boy tries everything. I can see him from my perch. He always looks to be planning… something. I shudder at the thought of what he could be doing. In fact, as I write this, he seems to be… smiling?
He has just now walked over to a small slug made of magma. He’s carrying a bunch of blue candies. Protecting him and his slug from my tidal wave of lions is a large red dinosaur that resembles godzillas of the old world. He just fed it a candy. The thing is glowing, as though it’s about to evolve. He’s going to pull another mega? I’ve fought several, they are no match for
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“And World War V will be fought with a Magcargo.”
― Anonymous.
― Albert Einstein
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Journal Entry 107. June 1. Time of day, 21:00.
My troops morale has never been lower. The world made sense before. Now, none of it makes any sense. When I had enlisted in this war against these… Extra-terrestrial creatures, I thought it would be easy. Sure, the US armed forces had tried their damndest to keep these savage monsters at bay, but there’s been no luck.
The portal to the other world, which the front lines have been calling an ‘ultra wormhole’, spat out the monsters, and their leader, a man who could enclose the things in balls and put them into his pockets. Stranger still, the boy seemed no more than ten, and the few pocket monsters of his that could talk referred to him as “Red.”
At the beginning of this fight, we were ten thousand strong.
Now, we have only eight hundred remaining.
I fear that we may have severely underestimated this boy and his pocket monsters. What was once a battle against a boy and some fire-breathing dogs has quickly become a war against a child who wields the power of gods.
I pray we might find a solution that prevents the further loss of human life.
Your obedient servant,
-General Thompson.
____________________________________________________________________________
Journal Entry 132. June 12. Time of day, 14:55.
Forty five troops are left. This… Child? Warlord? God? Whatever he is, he has flattened the western half of America. We take in more refugees than we can feed.
According to the latest scout reports, Red has one thousand and twenty five of the pocket monsters. He seems to stop at nothing to gain what he desires, which seems to be to bring us to his world. Every person he captures, be they Soldier or civilian, he puts through his ultra wormhole in the middle of LA.
My scientists have captured two of the monsters. According to their data, their names are ‘Pyroar’ and ‘ditto’. They plan to use their DNA to make our own monsters to combat these abominations. I pray they succeed.
Your obedient servant,
-General Thompson.
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Journal Entry 169. June 20. Time of day, 09:45.
We’ve done it.
As the majority of Americans have been living in the now grossly overpopulated New York, my scientists have finally come up with something that could win this war. A lion that can be cloned supposedly infinitely, and are obedient to their human masters.
Right now, the remaining troops and I must stall, while we clone this army of monsters to fight the other army of monsters.
Your obedient servant,
-General Thompson.
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Journal Entry 201. July 3. Time of day, 10:37.
Red finally caught on, calling back his pyroar and ditto, meaning we can’t create any more. Unfortunately for him, it was too late. I have more lion soldiers than I could ever dream of.
Ten billion.
It’s a number that quite frankly is mind boggling to look at.
Tonight, we go to war.
Your obedient servant,
-General Thompson.
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Journal Entry 202. July 3. Time of day, 19:00.
The battle has been brutal. Red has thrown everything at us. Woman-like beings in green and white creating black holes. A lizard man with four arms capable of leveling an entire mountain. A deer with a golden halo around its waist floating above the battlefield, watching as an all knowing omnipotent force. There are dragons, like the ones from fairy tales, and real-life unicorns, fairies, and ghosts. The lions do the best they can.
Somehow, they seem to be able to work as a hivemind. Thanks to numbers alone, they were able to take out most of the smaller pokemon in a heartbeat. Their extra-terrestrial origin also must have done something to them, because the lions are building.
With themselves.
Catapults, towers, and planes made entirely of lions have sprouted out of nowhere. The power that they exude is almost unmatched.
Your obedient servant,
-General Thompson.
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Journal entry 203. July 4. Time of day, 01:01.
The night was filled with explosions. We’re actually starting to win this thing. Red tried every trick in the book. His sea-turtle known as ‘lapras’ had sung a song that killed many. His birds that could freeze continents had picked off thousands. A small origami man who can cut through anything tore millions to shreds, but eventually, a lion got them. Thanks to sheer numbers, the lions and I, on this independence day, could be winning.
Red has even tried to evolve some of his creatures. Some have been put through excruciating pain just to ‘mega evolve’ into much more powerful monsters. Even still, the boy tries everything. I can see him from my perch. He always looks to be planning… something. I shudder at the thought of what he could be doing. In fact, as I write this, he seems to be… smiling?
He has just now walked over to a small slug made of magma. He’s carrying a bunch of blue candies. Protecting him and his slug from my tidal wave of lions is a large red dinosaur that resembles godzillas of the old world. He just fed it a candy. The thing is glowing, as though it’s about to evolve. He’s going to pull another mega? I’ve fought several, they are no match for
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“And World War V will be fought with a Magcargo.”
― Anonymous.