- Innards Out
         "Finally, I caught that damn blob." MMX thought to themselves as they stood before the Chansey in it's way. "What, are you gonna switch it out, trainer? Or are you gonna let it die?" MMX taunted the trainer. They remained silent. "Well then, no more running away!" MMX lunged at the Chancey, delivering a brutal blow to Chancey. Right before it died, however, MMX saw the Chancey's mouth twist into a smile. But it was too late to stop. The Chancey popped like a balloon, revealing that it was no more than a empty balloon, containing highly acidic stomach acid within. Within the blink of a eye, MMX's arm was burning away, like a fire that could not be put out. The acidic flame traveled across MMX's body, causing intense pain everywhere the acid touched. Almost immediately, MMX collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony. It would not be a quick death, no. It would be slow, as the acid melted the skin off of MMX's body, leaving a pile of bones floating in a pool of MMX's liquidized body."
        You wish. Face the truth. You did this. Every game, every time you used Innards Out, you did this.
You turned the once-innocent Chancey, a Pokemon that just wants to make everyone happy, into a suicide bomb. That Chancey was living out its life, happy and free, until you stole it from its home. That would be bad enough, to be taken and used to fight. But, you were not satisfied, no. You tainted Chancey's very DNA. You turned most of its internal organs into a terrible acid. You made it into little more than an empty husk. And you did all of this, all to "win". But have you truly won? What remains of that Chancey's soul is in your hands. Tell me, when you sleep, will you dream of your victory? Or will you dream of that poor Chancey, of what you did to it, of what you made it become? And do you know the worst part of all of this? Every time, after the Chancey busts, it thinks that this is the end. That it may finally rest. But, every time, you bring it back from the brink of death, you stitch it back together again.
So that it may continue to relive the endless cycle of hell over, and over, and over. They can never rest, they can never die a true death. But, even in this cycle of eternal purgatory, the husk of the Chancey still smiles.
- Impostor
	Standing upon the field of corpses, a lone MMX is all that remains of his party. The rest, lie mangled across the battlefield, flesh seared by the blazing sky, souls burning in the false moonlight. But, MMX still remains, to avenge his fallen compatriots. Only a single Pokemon remains to slay. One more, and the horror will finally be over. The MMX looks ahead, at his final obstacle. A lone Chansey, the once-gleaming pink tarnished by blood. MMX gazes into its soul, looking for something, anything. But all they find is an empty husk, a soul without light, empty, hollow eyes. MMX steps forward, channeling all the energy they have remaining. One final blow, and it will all be over. One final blow, and they are free. But, as they prepare to end the suffering, something changes within the Chansey. Bones rip forth from thin skin, taking new shape. Flesh twists from its original shape, making way for something new. Flesh and blood, wrapped around in a mockery of life. Taking new form. Long, wrapped legs begin to emerge from the blob of flesh. Soon, thick, muscular arms burst free. A new shape to take. An imperfect being, lacking in a soul. Lacking a heart. Lacking any humanity at all. Now, the Chansey is no more. It has taken a new body, the form of the MMX. But while MMX’s eyes are filled with regret, hopelessness, and despair, the eyes of the new are still hollow. The original MMX, startled, prepares to fight. But, they are too late. In mere moments, the impostor MMX tears forward, cleaving apart the original. Turning them into a new shape, flesh and bone ripped apart. Now, all that remains of the original is a heap of flesh and bone, contorted into a mockery of what it once was. All hope is lost. Flesh begins flesh, and new, imperfect life becomes real. All for the entertainment of the masses, and the victory of one heartless monster. A victory, yes. But something was still lost. Humanity. 
- Chatter
        A howling wind flows through the ashen ruins. The sun, obscured by the smog of violence, a thin cloud of blood flowing in the air. A god, floating on nothing at all, watches upon the result of his majesty. The fruits of glorious bloodshed, all in the name of petty human emotion. But, as the dust dances to the ground, a figure rises from the ash. A lone MMX, battered and bloodied, but standing nonetheless. One chance remains, to end this. MMX charges forward, ready to banish this god of needless violence, a false Arceus. But, before they could reach the target, a single noise was heard. A silent noise, yet all consuming. Calm, yet wrathful. Divine, yet unholy. A sound without origin, without end. Without shape or form, a concept made real. The fervent cry of this silent scream began to rise and burn, howling nothingness into the mind of MMX. Almost immediately, the world began to shift and warp within MMX’s eyes. Arceus was both everywhere and nowhere, a storm of violence and peace. The clock of the universe, both within the mind and body, ticking every way, without order. The sky filled with eyes, silently mocking god. The eyes filled with creation, chaining all within the veil of pulsating nothingness. A chant from the earth, curing all within the glass sky. A cure, impossible to exist, unable to fade away. The eyes cursing the sky. The sky freezing within the glass sky. The sky becoming eyes. The chains becoming skin and bone. The sun bursting in a supernova. The scream of the one true creator being written in blood. The blood becoming the sky. The sky becoming eyes. The eyes becoming the creator. The creator becoming the cure. The cure becoming the earth. The earth becoming pure. The sun becoming pure. Everything being blessed by the supernova. Everything, all things becoming nothing. Nothing becoming the pulsating void. The pulsating void becoming reality. Everything everything everything becoming one with the universe. Life becoming ash. God becoming ash. The ash becoming a sky of howling stars. All of this, the divine truth, flashes before MMX for but a brief moment. And, in the next moment, the truth of light bursts free from its prison. No longer shall a skull, shall flesh, shall bone, keep knowledge bound. No longer does the physical become real. Now, the blood that once flowed through the brain of MMX paints the stone floor. A beheaded MMX crumples to the ground. An exploding mind, an exploding head, the exploding stars guiding the way.
- Uhhhhh...
      “What are you gonna do now, you rat?” MMX growls at the Maud standing before them. “You gonna switch out? Gonna let somebody else die for you? Or are you gonna finally face the music?” MMX begins to step forward, preparing an all consuming light. Maud does nothing, staring at the MMX without fear. “Come on, come on! Show me something, you pest!” MMX roars at Maud. “Heh, so it has come down to this.” Maud mumbles. “What? What do you think you can do to ME? Hahaha! You IDIOT! Your trainer must have been a complete fool. No matter. I will make this quick.” MMX cackles. “Welp, it seems I can’t hide it any longer.” Maud calmly states. From under its long coat, Maud draws a weapon. Two slender, steel shafts, connected at the bottom by a trigger system. “Do you know what this is?” Maud asks. “A useless metal pipe.” MMX replies. “No. This, right here, is a double barreled shotgun. Custom made. I have children, you know. I have a wife. And I refuse to leave my children without a father. Goodbye.” Maud states, pointing the shotgun at MMX’s head. “Wait, no, no no no no no no no n-” Before MMX can begin to run, Maud pulls the trigger. At once, a hail of lead bursts free from the shaft, ripping apart skin and shattering bone wherever it touches. One of MMX’s eyes is torn from the stalk, freed from a mortal coil. Blood spurts free from within MMX’s chest, coating the wall in a crimson painting of freedom. From nothing, a new form of art is created, a glorious mix of desire and hatred upon the walls. A single scream, escaping from MMX before its vocal cords are severed by shrapnel. In but a moment, all is silent. All is calm. “Come now, my loyal steed. Let us return home.” Maud speaks. From the sky, a bald eagle descends, releasing a patriotic cry. Maud mounts the steed, and begins to fly back to Texas, his home. Maud’s children will know what it feels to be loved by a father. And nothing will take that away from them. Nothing.
- GROUDON
      Log 14: Something is in this mountain. I can hear it, breathing. Slow, deep breaths, breaths that shake the mountain to the core. My team is continuing to dig. Something within my head is telling me to dig deeper, to dig harder. Something wants me to reach the core. I will find the source of this. I promise. End Log.
Log 15: We cracked into something today. Some sort of temple, or something. The place seems untouched! It is so damn dusty, we can barely breathe in there. I request oxygen tanks to continue the excavation, we are getting so close. Also, I request an expert in ancient history to come out here. We can’t see much, but it seems like the walls are filled with carvings of some kind. We really did stumble into a wonder here, but…something feels off. The voices in my head keep telling me to go deeper. How much deeper can I even go? I don’t know, but I know damn well I will find out. End Log.
Log 16: Thanks for the oxygen tanks, you really brought them out here in a flash! We have yet to receive the expert, but we can wait on that. We explored deeper today, into the ruin. Even with the oxygen, the very air here feels…choking. Suffocating. And, the farther in we went, the hotter it got! One of my men blacked out, we had to cart him back to base ourselves! Heatstroke is a bitch, huh? Well, anyway, those voices. Apparently, I’m not the only one who hears them. The crew has been having the same things told to them, over, and over, and over. Something is very, very wrong here. But I can’t leave now. The crew can’t leave now. We need to know what is in the core. I can’t help myself. I just can’t. End Log.
Log 17: The expert arrived today. They started working on the walls, and let me say, they have quite the story to tell! Apparently, two great demons fought for control of the world a long time ago. They perverted the land, turned it into its base components. They would have destroyed the world, if not for an angel coming from the heavens to stop them. The expert still has a lot of murals to decipher, but even just this is exciting, wouldn't you agree? …The voices are getting louder. I can barely hear my own thoughts anymore. I need to find the source. We need to find the source. End Log.
Log 18: One of the workers vanished. Apparently, they told another worker that they “Had to Know” before lurching into the temple. We have not found any of them yet, but we will keep searching. Oh yeah, the expert deciphered another set of murals. They were a warning. A warning not to release the demons from their rest. To not plunge the world into chaos. Apparently, this place is the tomb for one of them. But, to be honest, I don’t care anymore. I need to see, with my own eyes, what is down there. I need to. End Log.
Log 19: I had a nightmare. The world was covered in waves, farther than the eye could see. The thunder was so loud, and the waves kept pulling me under. I could not stay afloat. I sank into the ocean, and I saw something. A massive whale, mouth filled with teeth, laughing at me. Laughing at everything. Whatever happened in that dream, I can’t let it happen. I will do anything to avoid that fate. Also, on a different note, the expert you hired chickened out. They said that we were delving into things we did not understand. But I understand. I understand that something is down there, something that is calling for me. Tomorrow, I will enter the temple. I will find it. And maybe, the voices will finally go away. End Log.
Log 20: I gazed upon the great beast. The demon that scorched the earth. But, it felt…so, so very warm. So pleasant. It called out to me. It told me that this world was once land, and land alone. A land scorched by heat, purified by its waves of searing warmth. It told me that the demon tried to drown the world, to kill us all. That it was my friend, that the real demon was the angel from the sky. We all have to be purified by the rays. Even now, as my physical form melts away into the mass, I am free. I am blessed by my god. By the savior of the world. By my truest light, my only light. A divine creature. A creature of radiance. I don’t have much time left in this world. I will pass beyond the veil, and into the light of my true god. The land shall rise. The sea shall melt. All will melt, all will become one perfect being. One being, combined with the god. A being, known as… “Groudon”.
- "mayonnaise. mayo.: could you rewrite it daddy"
      As the final breaths of MMX bursts free, the great metal serpent finally shatters through the ribs, twisting and contorting the innards of its prey. As the remains of MMXs internals drip from the mashed-together remains, the steel beast devours what remains, swallowing it whole. But, as the Steelix begins to digest its hard won meal, the earth begins to rumble. Every moment, the air began to grow in heat, swelling, rising without end. A low growl echoes through the earth, causing a thin veil of dust to flow across the ground. And then, all at once, all is silent. Everything is stagnant. Until, from within the soil, a great clawed arm grasps forward, clawing at the sky. The earth tumbles and cracks, and the beast crawls free from within the depths. Blackened with heat, boiling away the sky, almost an emissary of the sun itself. From within the maw, a terrible howl drones forth from within, a howl filled with anger, with ambition, with destruction incarnate. The very sun greets the return of the beast, as the air becomes infused with the heat of primal matter. The metal serpent looks upon itself, and sees that a small puddle of molten steel has formed beneath it, sparks free from the whole. The Steelix bursts into the earth, drilling away from the light of purification. But, as the light begins to grow dim, something grasps hold of Steelix. A multitude of spectral hands, grasping, clawing, beaconing Steelix to return. To gain new shape, to become cleansed by the light. Steelix tugs, ripping free from the grasping tendrils. But, as soon as they do, more burst free from the earth, dragging them back into the surface, towards the monster's gaping maw. Steelix looks forward, looking for anything. Anyone. But… nobody came. No more running. No more hiding. As Steelix is presented to the great monster, entangled by the phantom arms, the light burns brighter. From within the monster, an orange glow begins to flow, sweltering even more than the primal sky. And, through act of judgment, the monster births creation. Flowing free from the chains of the earth, the incinerating flames find a new host, new life to snuff into itself. Ash and smoke, undo itself, an endless cycle of death and rebirth. An endless cycle of creation, birthed from a demon, blessed by the creator. In the end, nothing can escape the infinite nature of flame. Nothing can hide from an all-consuming heat. Every and all, will be birthed anew by the flame. A new form, a new shape to take. Now, the molten corpse of the Steelix has taken new life, becoming one with the earth. To be born anew, one day, as a bringer of the light. The unending cycle continues once more. For all time to come.
- Mother of all Tiers
MMX: The hell are you thinking?
[Maud sprints out and shoulder-bashes MMX down, then grabs his head and starts squeezing.]
Maud: Played VGC, ya know.
MMX: At some cushy state tournament. 
[Maud headbutts MMX and punches him in the face. MMX gets back up, narrowly avoiding a punch from Maud. MMX attempts to punch him, but he blocks the blows with his forearms. Maud grabs MMX, who dodges his strikes for a moment before being grabbed by the neck.]
Maud: Try internationals. Coulda gone pro if I hadn't joined PH. I'm not one of those beltway pansies. I could break Zygarde in two with my bare hands.
[He throws MMX straight up in the air, who screams before being punted into the side of the arena.]
Maud: Don't fuck with this wall!
MMX: What the hell are you...?
Maud: Why don't you stick around and find out?
[Maud catches MMX's punch with his bare hand.]
MMX: What?
Maud: Nice try…
[He shatters his fingers and goes for a punch to the jaw, which MMX evades. MMX laughs in amusement at how close the punch was, before being promptly punched by Maud and sliding to the other side of the arena on his chin. MMX stands up, his jaw burning red-hot from the friction. After spending a few seconds recovering, he rushes towards Maud, throwing a psychic blast at him. Maud easily deflects it to the side, throwing a few missed strikes, before MMX catches one punch before it could hit him.]
MMX: Typical wall... big promises, but all talk.
Maud: What?
MMX: “Making team building less restrictive"? What a load of bullshit! All you care about is lining your own pockets. That, and your usage ratings. You've got no principles, just like all the rest. If Pure Hackmons has gone to shit, you're just another maggot crawling in the pile.
Maud: All right, the truth then. You're right about one thing... I do need Pokedollars. And usage. Wanna know why?.. I have a dream.
MMX: What...?
Maud: That one day every Pokemon in this tier will control their OWN viability. A land of the TRULY free, dammit! [Maud resumes fighting MMX.] A tier of ACTION, not words, ruled by STRENGTH, not committee! [Maud grapples MMX, rendering him mostly helpless.] Where the rules change to suit the individual, not the other way around. Where moveset variety and abilities are back where they belong: in the hands of the Pokemon! [Maud and MMX headbutt each other, but neither is harmed.] Where every Pokemon is free to think -- to act -- for himself! [Maud beats MMX to punctuate every statement.] Fuck all these limp-dick Chansey and chicken-shit Zygardes! Fuck this 24/7 ladder spew of Deo Speed and Burn up  bullshit! Fuck "Balanced Metas." Fuck the Ladder! Fuck all of it! Pure Hackmons is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's no saving it -- we need to pull it out by the roots. Wipe the slate clean. BURN IT DOWN! And from the ashes a new Pure Hackmons will be born. Evolved, but untamed! The weak will be purged and the strongest will thrive -- free to live as they see fit, they'll make Pure Hackmons great again!
MMX: What the hell are you talking about...
Maud: You still don't get it. I'm using viability and usage  to get elected... so I can end viability and usage ! In my new Pure Hackmons, Pokemon will die and all for what they BELIEVE! Not for Pokedollars. Not for Ello! Not for what they're told is right. Every Pokemon will be free to fight his own wars!
[Maud repeatedly stomps MMX, pausing his barrage to light a cigar.]
Maud: So... what do you think?
MMX: How the hell are you viable...
Maud: Well, I don't create my own sets. [Maud removes his foot from MMX's chest, looking out to the ladder.] You should try fighting for what you believe in sometime, MMX. Not for a trainer, or spam, or for anyone else.
MMX: Maybe I was wrong about you...
Maud: (surprised) Am I finally getting through?
[He lifts MMX off the floor and shakes off the dirt.]
Maud: I'll rid this world of pointless usage, MMX.
MMX: I was wrong. You're not a gimmick --
[He shakes Maud's hand, and eventually hugs him.]
MMX: ...you're a pain in the ass!
[Maud is surprised once again. MMX throws him on the floor. He gets up shortly after, angrily punching the arena.]
Maud: Making the mother of all teams here, MMX. Can't fret over every mon!
MMX: Not when you’re “purging the weak," right? What do you know about “the weak”? You weren't born untiered. You've never been hungry. You don't know what it's like to fight and steal and kill just to be ranked as A+...
Maud: But you did survive! Through sheer force of will following your own set of rules. With your own two hands you took back your viability!
MMX: And now I'll take yours.
[MMX has 1 health left. He charges his fist with psychic energy and hits Maud in the stomach. Maud doesn't even move. MMX pummels Maud at extremely high speed, but Maud barely reacts, merely grinning the whole time.]
MMX: (enraged) Why won’t you die?!
[Maud laughs. The skin from his chest to his right arm turns black, like metal.]
Maud: Wonder Guard, son. It hardens in response to physical trauma. You can't hurt me, MMX.
[MMX hits Maud  in the jaw, and his skin turns black at the impact site. Maud laughs.]
Maud: What did I just say?
[Maud punches MMX into the air, and he falls flat. Maud walks over to MMX]
Maud: Time to end this.
- Mt. Silver Incident: Recovered Logs
     It has been months since I have seen the sun. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Some meteor crashed into this mountain, and the higher-ups requested somebody go and find the blast site. I specialize in fire type Pokemon, so I was one of the better candidates for the job. It was supposed to be a week-long voyage. “Just go up the mountain, document the meteor, and come back”. It was looking like they would be right, my Charizard was making good time in the air. I might have even made it back to base in five days! But then, the storm started. It started so fast, I barely landed Charizard before the winds started. The blizzard has not stopped in all of this time. Heh, it’s ironic that I was actually the best trainer for the job. If not for Charizard, I would have froze to death a long time ago. Still, in the howling of the wind, I swear I keep hearing…movement. And, once, I swear I saw a pair of eyes, glowing in the white-out, peering at me. This isolation is playing tricks on me. I need to stay strong. This blizzard can’t last forever.
     I am so sorry, Torkoal. I thought…I thought it could work. And it did, in the beginning. I didn’t want to send out Torkoal. The damage that a sudden heat flash would do to the ecosystem would be beyond what I would want. But I was running out of options, and I could not just wait any longer. I sent out Torkoal, hoping that the heat would quell the storm long enough for me to escape the mountain. It seemed to work, the storm began to quiet. But then, a blast of ice bursted free from the white-out, and Torkoal was frozen in a chunk of ice. And before I could do anything, say anything, an insanely fast…thing bolted out from the snow, and in a single movement, shattered the ice Torkoal was within. The chunks of flesh that were once my friend tumbled onto the bloodstained ice. I could not stand to look at it. The blizzard returned, and the corpse of my friend was encased in the snow. Whatever that thing was, no matter what it is, I will end it. I will rip it to bloody pieces. Its blood will paint the snow. I swear. I swear, Torkoal, you will be avenged. 
Food is running out. It is far too cold to leave the tent anymore. Even with Charizard, the cold has become too much to bear. The tips of my toes have already begun to develop frostbite, and it seems that even Charizard is feeling the effects of the cold. Their internal heat is getting dimmer, the light on their tail is becoming less and less warm. That thing in the cold, I am hearing it more and more. I keep seeing a silhouette moving within the white-out. Now, I hear voices from the cold. They tell me to let them in, to embrace them. They speak in so many voices, so many different people asking me to come outside. It’s a hallucination. It has to be. 
     Charizard is getting sick. It must be burning too much energy to keep the cold at bay. I fear that I don’t have much time left before I have to brave the blizzard. Before I have to face that thing. Food is entirely gone. It’s so cold, I can barely think. It’s even hard to breathe now. I have a headache that won’t go away, and the floor is beginning to contort and vibrate. My vision is almost in a haze. My legs have become entirely frostbitten, and my hands are soon to follow. The voices are getting louder, demanding me to come outside. To join them. They sound so happy, so kind. It is taking all of my strength to resist the call. I think this is the end. To my family, I’m sorry for leaving so soon. To my wife, do not blame yourself. I chose to do this, not you. And, to my dear child, I am so sorry. I failed you as a father. I failed all of you. I failed.
     -Readers Note: The following notes were found on the corpse of [REDACTED]. Several sections have been smudged out by water and other natural causes, as well as blood and other organic substances. 
     It’s all so warm now. My skin feels like it’s on fire. Like if I don’t take these clothing off, I will burst into flames. Charizard has gone to sleep, the fire has gone out. I can’t stay in this tent. I need to get out of here. It’s so[Illegible]see it now, in the white-out. The demon that took Torkoal from me. Th[Illegible]so fast, I can’t see it still. The eyes, those damn eyes, they[Illegible]so cold so cold so cold so cold so col[Illegible]e ice is becoming part of me, ice in my veins, ice in my heart, ice in m[Illegible]eheh, that monster, never saw it coming. Try to toy with me, wil[Illegible]hat hand cannon is gonna leave a mark. I saw it. I saw its blood. I did i[Illegible]orkoal, I avenged you. Death is creeping in, it’s so warm. So nice. I just want to rest for awi[Illegible]oodbye worl[Illegible][Illegible][Illegible][Illegible][Illegible]
End of recovered logs
- "mayonnaise. mayo.: you make great ph lore essays, daddy."
- To Burn the Sky
	Gazing upon the sky, once filled with so many little dots of light. A sky, filled with stars, each and every one unique in its own little way. Each and every one, imperfect. Little memories, little blessings, little lights to guide the way. It is said that destiny is tied to the stars, that the shifts of the cosmos determine the strings plucked by lady fate. The stars made us human. They gave us light, even in the darkest of days. They blessed us with comfort, a little smile every time you looked above. They were our friends. And, of all of these little stars, two creatures patrolled the astral sea. The beast that called the sun, and the beast that called the moon. Without them, we would all be choked by the veil of darkness that would engulf the world. They blessed us with sunshine, and the cooling moonlight. They protected us. But we did not protect them. Not when it mattered most. When the demon came to give the world its perverted blessing. A demon made of light. But, unlike our guardians, who showered us in soothing rays, the light of the demon beguiled. It seared away flesh, it withered the land. All that felt the light knew suffering, and all that gazed upon the light were purified by cleansing flame. Our deities stood up to defend our world from the demon. The one of the sun first faced the foul beast, and fought with the untamed fury of the sun. Bursting into a corona of flame, the beast of the sun revealed its true form, the form of a primordial being of life-giving light. But, even in this form, it was consumed by the sickening light, and became transfixed by the glow. The beast of the moon would not let this stand any longer, and descended from the dark sky. The moon was the elder, a being of even greater power. It sensed that its brethren had been infected by the light, and began to gather energy from the cosmic sea. The demon of the light, knowing what would occur, charged at the avatar of the moon. But not before the full blessing of the moon was released upon it. A blast of vengeance, of rage, of the calm fury of one who had lost a friend. The demon began to be burned away, feeling the sins it had committed melting its very soul into dust. But, as the light began to falter, to flicker, the demon absorbed the beast of the sun. At once, a massive burst of searing heat and light raged forth from the demon, and in the next moment, the avatar of the moon was no more. We watched in horror, as the light of our champions burned out, and was replaced by the all-encompassing brightness of the fallen demon. Now, no longer is the sky filled with our little dots of light. Now, only one star remains, engulfing the world in eternal light. The star, the demon, had a name. One spoken long ago, when the strings of destiny plucked fate. The demon's name was     NECROZMA. 
- Pokesearch Co Instructional Tape	
	Welcome to Pokesearch Co! This instructional tape is designed to inform you of the various experiments that occur in your facility, as well as safety instructions for operating machinery within the complex. Redistribution of this tape is strictly prohibited as of your contract, and any breach of this contract will result in harsh consequences. Pokesearch Co does not claim responsibility for any damages caused by illegally distributing this tape. Pokesearch Co does not claim responsibility for any injuries, damages, or death that could occur on the premises. Pokesearch Co does not claim responsibility for any psychological damages or distress occurring within the compound. Please follow the instructions provided by your supervisor to destroy this tape after all relevant information has been processed and understood. 
	As a technician in Lab 252, you are responsible for ensuring that no issues arise from faulty wiring or mechanical failure. As well, you may be required to act as a temporary replacement for any injured research staff. Now, let us look at your exact duties in the complex, and how to perform the maintenance required. 
	Your most important task every day is to inspect the general condition of the electrical systems in the maintenance wing of floor -7. You have been granted the necessary keycard levels to access the maintenance wing. If this keycard is lost or damaged beyond repair, send a report to command, and a new keycard will be delivered in 2-3 working days. The cost of this replacement will be taken out of your salary, along with a replacement fee of $270 for shipping. In the event that you are locked in the maintenance wing without a keycard, simply wait. Another staff member will eventually go into the wing for whatever reason, and will be able to help you escape. If no such staff member appears, bring enough food and water to survive for as long as you can. In the maintenance wing, you will inspect the boiler, the backup generators, the backup backup generators, and the coffee machines. Report any abnormalities found to staff, and if possible attempt to fix any issues you find yourself. If your repairs would cause damage to the machine, the cost of replacement will be taken from your salary, along with a replacement fee of $270 for shipping. As well as ensuring that power continues to flow, you must also check the ventilation system. Ensure that all grates are properly bolted down. If any grates have been removed, leave the maintenance wing immediately and contact security. Do not enter the ventilation system under any circumstances. Do not attempt to communicate with any voices within the ventilation. Do not open any ventilation grates. Avoid looking into the ventilation system, as [REDACTED] may be looking back. Do not speak to [REDACTED]. Do not help [REDACTED] in any way. Failure to follow these safety regulations will result in removal from the premises. Once you have secured all ventilation grates, and inspected all electoral systems for damages, clean the floors of the maintenance wing. Proper cleaning materials are stored in the meat room, so it is recommended that you bring your own cleaning materials. During any time in the maintenance wing, you may see a creature watching you. This is simply a hallucination, which occurs due to the air quality in the maintenance wing. If you wish to submit a complaint about the air quality, you must file a report. To send this report to command, you must pay a $270 fee. Any complaints about the air quality in the maintenance wing will be looked into, and promptly ignored by command. Do not look at the hallucinations for too long. Do not listen to anything the hallucinations say, regardless of who they sound like. If any hallucinations approach within five feet of you, immediately report to security. After you have completed these three tasks, you may move on to your next station.
	Your next station is the mechanical bay. In this subsection of research, important devices used for study and research are stored. Your task is to ensure that all devices are stored in the correct location. You must also dispose of any unneeded waste still kept in the mechanical bay. This can include, but is not limited to, used injection tubes, bloody rags, decayed meat or other natural materials, unneeded test subjects, corpses, damaged Poke-Balls, coagulated potion substances, eyes, discarded keycards, food wrappings, etc. All of these substances must be taken to the blast furnace, and disposed of. Do not enter the blast furnace under any circumstances. Do not lock other staff members into the blast furnace. Do not keep the blast furnace activated for any longer than necessary. Do not let anything escape the blast furnace. Failure to follow these instructions will result in prohibition from the blast room, and a significant doc in pay. As well as storage and disposal, you must also ensure that the devices stored within the mechanical bay are functional. Do not test any objects stored in the containment section of the mechanical bay. Do not open any Poke-Balls in any section of the mechanical bay. Do not spray yourself or anyone else with the potions, as side effects may occur. Ensure that all test tubes are properly cleaned, and that none have holes. Remove any bloodstains on company property that we intend to keep. Do not stay in the containment wing of the mechanical bay for longer than 5 minutes at a time. Do not listen to the voices in your head while in the containment wing. Do not listen to any music while in the containment wing. Do not look at any unnatural shadows in the containment wing. If any of the prior events occur, find a towel or canvas to lie in, so that a minimal amount of blood lands on the floor. We would like to reiterate that Pokesearch Co does not claim responsibility for any injuries, damages, or death that could occur on the premises. With this in mind, work responsibly, safely, and with the best interests of Pokesearch Co in mind. 
	In the event that a breach occurs, you will be required to replace a research personnel. This will generally require you to enter areas normally restricted to your keycard level. If an emergency requires it, your keycard level will be automatically upgraded to the required level. At the end of the emergency, your keycard level will be downgraded immediately, so ensure that you are always near a true member of research to let you out of these areas after the incident. Follow what research personnel tell you, regardless of any risk of death or maiming. They know better than you do. They are less expendable than you. Ensure that they remain safe. If any member of research is maimed or killed while you are a temporary member of research, you will be charged with gross negligence and sued. However, the events that you would be required to do this is very rare, and will only occur if something goes wrong. 
	Thank you for listening to this tape. Remember, all forms of photography are strictly prohibited in the facility. As well, you are not allowed to disclose anything that occurs on the compound. Failure to follows these rules will result in you being buried in a ditch. Thank you for working to make the world a better place for both humans and Pokemon. 
	Pokesearch Co: “Mutating a new, bright future!”
- The Story that Took my Pride
Editors Note: I had to listen to DDLC music for like an hour before I made this. I completely blame Mayonnaise Mayo for this story existing. Also yes, I don't write dialogue that much, so this story might actually suck. I don't know. Anyway, enjoy it (or not).
	Maud trembles, gazing upon the MMX that stands before them. From his palm, the MMX begins to charge up energy from the sun, bursting free in searing steel. Despite the danger, Maud couldn’t move. They were paralyzed by fear, life flashing before their eyes. “This is the end” Maud thought to themselves. “I never got to tell him…to tell him…” “Haha, meowth got your tongue? MMX taunted. “It doesn't matter. Time to die, you little rat!” ”MMX bursts forward, the blinding light of the searing metal hurting Maud’s eyes. But, just before the sickening hot steel blessed Maud with its dissolving warmth, a large form appeared to take the blow. “Z-Z-Zygarde-Chan?” Maud stuttered. “Don’t you dare touch her.” Zygarde roared at MMX. “Heh, this has gotten interesting now, hasn't it?” MMX chuckled. “Protecting this little RAT? What an idiot you are! They have no power! Just another punching bag to toss around! Just like you.” “Don’t you speak to her, you mistake. You should have never been born!” Zygarde bellowed at MMX. “Well, we will see, won’t we? LETS DANCE!” MMX boomed. “So be it. Stand back, Maud-Sempai. I will make this quick.” Zygarde reassured.
	“Y-yy-You bastard.” MMX croaked out before collapsing. Despite the near infinite strength they possessed, they could barely make Zygarde even flinch. “It’s over. Are you hurt, Maud-Sempai?” Zygarde asked. “I-I’m fine.” Maud mumbled. “Is something wrong? You don’t normally act like this.” Zygarde questioned. A rush of red blossomed on Maud's face upon hearing this. “I-It’s ok! I’m fine. I’m-” Maud started. “No. Something is very wrong. You seem uncomfortable. Did I do something wrong?” Zygarde interrupted. “N-n-No! You did great! It’s just, the way you protected me, you’re so big, and strong, and…and cute.” Maud mumbled. Almost immediately, they covered their mouth, regretting saying anything. “I…don’t understand.” Zygarde replied. “You are just as powerful as I am. I could not dream of living a ice beam. And yet, you take it as if it was nothing. You are just as strong as I am, Maud-Sempai. Maybe…even stronger.” Zygarde told Maud. “U-uhm, Zygarde-Chan?” “Yes, Maud-Sempai?” “Later, do you…want…to get some ice cream…together?” “Are you hungry? Is that the issue?” Zygarde asks. “N-No! I’m fine! I just want to…spend some time with you. I-If that’s okay with you. Is it ok, Zygarde-Chan?” “Sure, Maud-Sempai! If it will make you feel better, then I happily oblige.” Zygarde replied. Thus, something new flared in the hearts of both Zygarde-Sempai and Maud-Chan. Something that neither of them could ignore. Love.
- Low Ladder Tour       
         Welcome! Welcome to the tour of low ladder! You came a bit late, but it’s ok. I don’t mind. (I do mind). Anyway, I’m SpamtonZZZSpamton, resident low ladder hunter! I have lived in these wilds for almost four whole years, and in my time, I have seen quite a lot of interesting things. Today, I hope to share with you the low ladder experience, as well as the ways to avoid being mauled by random bullshit. Now, without further adieu, let us begin!
	Our first specimen is one that you will find all over these lands. The Burnius Upinance. This breed comes in many different forms, from Arcanine to Entei to even Typhlosion. While they might look different, they all act the same. They just try and burn themselves out, hoping to make them invincible. It’s rather quaint to watch them, trying so hard, but not getting anything done. Anyway, if you are prepared, this species will not be a threat. Just send in a Wonder Guard mon, and watch the fireworks! Or, if you want to make them feel bad, let them burn out, then burn them! Most of them are physical for some reason, and they will be even less effective then they already are. It’s a great chance to set up a mon to clean the field though! 
	Ooh, another common specimen! What you see is a Deoxys Speed, a part of the Guardeus Noneus species. They just want to freeze you solid! Or bury you in the earth. Or, sometimes, in very harsh cases, even try and guillotine you or drill it’s long horn into you (Ayo?). Regardless of how they do it, the counterplay is simple and effective. Just use a Wonder Guard mon to block it! Now, some more clever ones will use intestinal acid to remove Wonder Guard, making you vulnerable. The counter to this is also very simple! Just send in another Wonder Guard! If you were wondering why the warning sign highly recommended two Wonder Guard mons before entry, this is why. Now, this species, you might actually find outside of the low ladder! Occasionally, when you are strolling in the fields of high ladder, you might find a rogue Guardeus Noneus wandering around, trying but failing to freeze something. Be careful if you find one here, as they might be carrying more tricks then the ones grazing low ladder. Be very careful of the ones that disguise themselves as other mons, as they might try to catch you off guard! Generally, they will try to disguise themselves as MMY, MMX, Kartana, and some others. But they can be anything, so be vigilant and make sure to not let your guard down when encountering them in high ladder. Of course, if you really want to ensure that you don’t end up as a popsicle, bring an Articuno. Or a Kyurem, I guess that brings the trick. If you bring an Avalugg, I will laugh at you. Keep that in mind. Anyway, be familiar with this species, because they are very common in the wilds of low ladder.
	Another common little critter is the Shedus Ninjus. They are very common, and also very simple to swat away. They are descended from the same ancestors as the Burnius Upinance, but they evolved to be slightly better then their incomitant kin. Of course, they are still easy to swat away, just not as easy as their cousins. They are generally wearing a very sturdy shell, which protects them from most attacks. However, status, some moves that ignore such protection, and entry hazards will pearce that shell and twist the bug inside into a new shape. On that note, I forgot to mention in an earlier part of the tour, but the same things will work on the Burnius Upinance. Keep that in mind as you explore. Sometimes, they will try to be cheeky and use a more magical shell, one that protects them from indirect damage. The moldy moves still break right though, hazards will still break them, and even ordinary moves like smog and prismatic laser will do the trick. They will generally be wrapped in a sash, which they will use to absorb a hit. They may try and recover this sash after it is used, to desperately stay alive. Just hit em’ with a multi hit move, or knock the sash off of them to put them down for good. However, these types of Shedus Ninjus are much more rare, so you can assume that most you will find in the fields of low ladder are using a more sturdy shell. Just use Wonder Guard mons, and you will be fine. Most of the time, anyway. 
	I’ll be honest, I’m not sure how this species exists in the low ladder, but Marsh Addow is an uncommon, but not impossible sight in the low ladder. Gonna be honest, not even sure what it has evolved to do. From all of my time in the field, it never seems to do anything. Genuinely, it is an enigma. I just don’t understand how it keeps getting into the wilds of low ladder. Maybe it originally inhabited these fields, before they were outcompeted by MMX and forced into hiding? Hell if I know, all I know is that if you burn them they become a free game win. Just burn em’, send in a set-up sweeper, and…well. You know what happens next. 
	Shuckle. It exists. It tries to set up hazards. It generally fails to keep them up. You can just press Sunsteel on em’, and they will retreat into that shell faster than you can say Shadow Tag Primal Groudon. I think they are an invasive species? I think so, anyway. Not sure, I’m no scientist. I’m just a explorer in a very strange land.