Eulogy of Ad, The Fallen Trainer
It was only a year ago, when he was but a new trainer, a new player in this world of possibility known as Pikadex.
He and I were merely a week apart, grasping all the knowledge we could about this new world.
Throughout the year, this new trainer had grown to become a master of his crafts, a true “PokeMaster” of his day.
However, he was a flawed genius, as most geniuses were.
O’ the tragedy! O’ the shame!
For he was not perfect, but merely a man of perfection injected with the toxicity of profanity.
While he was a true master, his greatness had come second to his seemingly obscene language.
His seemingly tiny sin, had culminated to amass his reputation with the Gods.
Hitherto, he was a man of commitment and true patriotism to this world, but indeed was angered by the Gods who, in return was angered by him.
And now we see, the result of this minute imperfection in this trainer of genius.
For the Gods had enough of him, as he had enough of the Gods.
Now, the man may no longer exist, but his genius will live forever.
Long live the legend of Ad. Long live his memory.
u was a good friend and a great GA. may u RIP (no homo doe)