MAGIKARP GAMES IV [1x1 open]

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Icarus was a depressed magikarp.

"Maybe you'll win this time," Neo said, struggling to conjure up what sympathy she posseesed. She meant her words to be encouraging, but she... wasn't good at this comforting thing. "Surely someday your splash will become a great surf, and it will smite all your enemies?"

With a grim determination, having now been beaten by a ugly stork thing, an ugly brown thing, and an ugly pink thing, Icarus flopped around on the field.

Today would be a new day.

Today would be a victorious day.

[cold volume]

Regina pulled out her pokedex.

"Oh, neat! A magikarp! It's so pretty - I've never seen one alive, only as sushi."

She chucked out her yellow monster, Amos the Elekid. He walked over the magikarp and looked down at for a second. Why wasn't it in water?

"Thundershock!!" shouted Regina. "IF YOU WIN I'LL TAKE YOUR TO THE DREAM TREE TO EAT ICE CREAM!"

BBZZZZTTT

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"Indeed. I have not studied an elekid myself," Neo replied, as she put her last statement in extreme past tense.

Her pokedex updated with a beep.

Icarus fainted with a glub.

"...I believe I will need to find a pokemon psychologist for my magikarp. It is very pretty though, perhaps I could enter it into a modeling agency to boost its confidence."