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*Dialga's been laying low for a few days. But now he creeps out into the middle of the Central Meeting Area in human form, holding something long and thin beneath his arm. He stops roughly in the center of the field, looks around for a moment, and drops to the ground.
He digs a bit, making a small mound of dirt. Once he's satisfied with the size, he stands up again, takes the long pole-looking object, and sticks it in the pile of dirt. The light breeze blowing through the area catches said object, which is now revealed to be a flag.*
I HEREBY DUB THIS PLACE AWESOME ISLAND AND IF YOU WANKERS DISAGREE THEN TOO BAD FOR YOU. 8D
*He stands there and holds the flag, a triumphant grin on his face.*
He digs a bit, making a small mound of dirt. Once he's satisfied with the size, he stands up again, takes the long pole-looking object, and sticks it in the pile of dirt. The light breeze blowing through the area catches said object, which is now revealed to be a flag.*
I HEREBY DUB THIS PLACE AWESOME ISLAND AND IF YOU WANKERS DISAGREE THEN TOO BAD FOR YOU. 8D
*He stands there and holds the flag, a triumphant grin on his face.*