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"We stood in front of the Ruins of Truth. For many moments BRVR just stood dead still while staring at the ruins. Then he glanced at me, a deep meaningful look in his eyes, and ran inside. It was jet black inside, like it was supposed to be. He used a thunderbolt to light the electric flowers which caused the entire ruins to light up. All along the walls, ceiling, and floors many different words were written in blood, "Help me" "Why?" "I must die" "KILL ME" "It's so cold" "I'm so lonely" "Where is she?" "Come back" "Why can't I die?"
BRVR walked over to the other side of the ruins where the True or False tablet stood. I was forced to click on it.
"BRVR was abandoned by his best friend years ago to be replaced by a new best friend and was left to rot alone in this virtual world. True or False?"
I finally understood what all of this meant. All those words written on the walls, they were from BRVR. This was all my fault. I left him. My best friend. To die alone. No, he couldn't even die if he wanted to. He was forced to drag out his misreable existence over the years. I didn't blame him for wanting revenge on me, I deserved this.
I selected O for true, because it was. I admitted to abandoning BRVR and leaving him alone to rot. Instead of the tablet sinking back into the ground, it glowed green as if in approval with me. The screen slowly faded to black.

Except for BRVR."

An excerpt from "Pokemon Dead Channel", where this picture takes place. C:
I cut a little bit of it out because all of it wasn't necessary.

Well anyway, I drew this during school and decided to put it up here.
I really don't have much to say about it. xD All I can say is that it is probably the best story I have ever read, it was amazing. Read it here: [link]
*WARNING* This story contains a lot of extreme gore, if you know you can't handle that kind of stuff then I advise that you don't read it.

I do not take claim for anything, everything is (c) to =WarriorKloneomon .
The only thing I own here is the art. Please do not steal.

Description
"We stood in front of the Ruins of Truth. For many moments BRVR just stood dead still while staring at the ruins. Then he glanced at me, a deep meaningful look in his eyes, and ran inside. It was jet black inside, like it was supposed to be. He used a thunderbolt to light the electric flowers which caused the entire ruins to light up. All along the walls, ceiling, and floors many different words were written in blood, "Help me" "Why?" "I must die" "KILL ME" "It's so cold" "I'm so lonely" "Where is she?" "Come back" "Why can't I die?"
BRVR walked over to the other side of the ruins where the True or False tablet stood. I was forced to click on it.
"BRVR was abandoned by his best friend years ago to be replaced by a new best friend and was left to rot alone in this virtual world. True or False?"
I finally understood what all of this meant. All those words written on the walls, they were from BRVR. This was all my fault. I left him. My best friend. To die alone. No, he couldn't even die if he wanted to. He was forced to drag out his misreable existence over the years. I didn't blame him for wanting revenge on me, I deserved this.
I selected O for true, because it was. I admitted to abandoning BRVR and leaving him alone to rot. Instead of the tablet sinking back into the ground, it glowed green as if in approval with me. The screen slowly faded to black.

Except for BRVR."

An excerpt from "Pokemon Dead Channel", where this picture takes place. C:
I cut a little bit of it out because all of it wasn't necessary.

Well anyway, I drew this during school and decided to put it up here.
I really don't have much to say about it. xD All I can say is that it is probably the best story I have ever read, it was amazing. Read it here: [link]
*WARNING* This story contains a lot of extreme gore, if you know you can't handle that kind of stuff then I advise that you don't read it.

I do not take claim for anything, everything is (c) to =WarriorKloneomon .
The only thing I own here is the art. Please do not steal.