Sometimes I sit awake at night, wondering if our species exist for any higher purpose than being caught, used to free some golems by a kid with white hair, and locked away in a computer. Do you feel the same?
I always assumed we were needed to demonstrate the power of Grass Knot to later generations...
Dear both of you,
In the far continent that I call home lies an icy temple. In this temple slumbers the master of the beings you guard. But take heart, for I have created him to be the laughing stock of the metagame, so that when he, too is banished to the PC, it will be you who have the last laugh.
-Arceus --- "it's that game that is so great it makes you want to destroy your Toilet." -Throwback2780