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There were simpler times in the medieval age. Anyone could get away with anything. Population was not an issue due to the disease, war that spreaded throughout the ages, and to entertain the village people. The village people if anything had already been declared by far, utterly and utmost stupid. No, it wasn't the petty decisions that they made. In fact, it started with a peculiar Pokemon. What was it called? Magikarp "ate-my-parents," which was a trait that children developed in the belief that the orange scaled fish that resulted in Magikarp Rage.
How Magikarp Rage was dealt with varied in the guardians choice to handle their child. Such ways could include the child being beaten half to death until the rage left their system. Then the priest felt wary on whether or not the rage would seep into everyone. That convinced the churches to bury the children to keep their rage down in hell with them. Not all of it was solved since some children lived to carry their rage for Magikarp's. Those children who grew were never thought to have carry the rage. Their minds were never at peace. They had come to the option to kill all Magikarp's.
There was one particular ship that was ran by Captain Fleming. Their task was to venture the seas around Kanto where the Magikarp population was high. Sailors were positioned all throughout the deck. What had all of the sailors had in common? Rage to destroy all the Magikarp.
"Come on you pansies," Fleming said. His arms were crossed and he narrowed his blue colored eyes. His slightly long brown hair was messy and a beard had only begun to grow. Fleming adjusted this tunic and belt while he watched over the sea. "We're not going to return home until we drink our rum, eat our Fearow, and this ship is full of headless Magikarp!" He turned to face the ship crew who had all gladly given their attention to their fellow leader.
"AARGH!" The crew held up their swords as they let out a noise that agreed.
"DEATH TO THE MAGIKARP!" A Sailor shouted.
"BLOW THEM UP!" Another Sailor shouted.
"FISH TILL WE CAN FISH NO MORE!" A third Sailor yelled.
Groups of the crew started to head down onto the canoes. A couple more sailors headed to the bigger fishing nets to cast them in. On average, they got a hold of many Magikarp and out of their own luck, Goldeen and Seaking. A Sailor kept lookout with a telescope. He shook with horror and shouted, "NO!"
Fleming turned around to stare upward to the Sailor and asked, "Mate, what's wrong!?"
"We have a man down!"
The canoe he had spotted no longer had a sailor. An orange blur had flopped on the canoe and now lied there lifeless. Out of fear, the sailor froze when the Magikarp had gotten loose and fell from the fishing rod. Then he acted on instinct to get away and dove into the water. Damn those Magikarp!
"KILL IT!" Fleming shouted.
The sailor nodded and stared out amongst the sea to shout, "KILL THE MAGIKARP! MAN DOWN! I REPEAT, MAN DOWN!"
On the other few canoes, men stared to each other with a nod. One man drew out his long sword and prepared himself to fight off any orange fish that thinks it can get through him.
"Are you insane!?" One of the other sailors asked, and then said, "You have a wife!"
"Then if I go down, tell her I love her," the sailor spoke, "I can't let the Magikarp get away after they caused the death of my parents and my friends!"
"You're a brave man."
Back on the ship, it was the second catch. Each time there was tons and tons of Magikarp, the crew would celebrate with a swig of rum. Not too many Seaking were in there and maybe one or two Goldeen. That came to one conclusion: the Magikarp were killing off the other fish now. This was worst than the stories of how monsters lived in the deep waters of the sea!
"We have to increase our pace," the sailor said.
With that, they started to work harder to get the net in the waters, fetch the net out, empty the net, and repeat. A common event to happen was that this task would get to their heads. At least one of their men would stop to stare in anguish at the dozens of Magikarp. His hands flexed as he tried to resist to grab his knife. The second he snapped, he grabbed the knife, and started to stab every Magikarp he could to release his rage.
"Wait a second! What about him!?" One of the younger males asked as he helped to get the net out.
The other sailor frowned and said, "There's nothing we can do, we lost him."
"Rest in peace mate, rest in peace," the young male said, and then turned his attention back to his task.
Gradually the canoes returned one by one. Some canoes never came back. It could be that no one survived or a sailor could not feel content to return. After an entire journey, some sailors have come to make this a routine. Then there were others who could not withstand being anywhere near the sea. Their rage prevented them from touching the very waters where the Magikarp live.
Fleming ran down to help the rest of his crew. He patted their backs and shook their hands. The multiple barrels of rum were collected. Mugs were passed around that each sailor took with gratitude. It was quite a task to venture out to sea to destroy the creature that had caused sorrow to the multiple sailor's lives.
That evening, all the men were around each other as they ate. Some could not be bothered to move. It was quite tragic what the Magikarp had caused. Then out of luck, one Magikarp just happened to live. Their mugs dropped and glass shattered all over. The wind blew out the light that shone over the deck.
"What do we do?" One of the sailors asked.
"Why obviously, we...." Fleming trailed off and grabbed his sword. He pointed his sword towards his enemy. "Kill it," he said. A couple of the men swallowed in fear. Then the others slowly followed Fleming's lead. In one moment, more Magikarp started to collect on the ship that were alive. The rough waters had sent them on board. "CHARGE!" Fleming exclaimed.
That was the start of a long night. All the men withdrew their weapons or grabbed what they could near them. Fleming slid his knife through a Magikarp's mouth and with his boot, kicked the Pokemon off of his sword. He then swung it around to slice through an orange blur. Multiple cries ran on the ship as the men fought their hardest against the Magikarp. This was the life of those who were born with Magikarp Rage.
"DEATH TO THE MAGIKARP!"
The ship sailed back to the sailors homeland beneath a sunrise. Any sailor left stared down to mourn those who they had lost. When they reached the land, the Magikarp were placed on the sand. One man poured a liquid where ever the Magikarp lied and around the pile they made. Then a sailor stepped forth to lay down a torch. All the sailors stood there and took off their hats as they watched the Magikarp burn.
That was their true happiness.
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