I heard xgajx is retiring
And he wanted to see if we are deserving or not
So here is my take
#99186 am telling you my story of my desire to own your cursedarticuno
this is my reincarnation
i was earlier a soldier
my batalion was #99 and i was the 1 in them
the 1 the chosen 1
it was the year '86, opposition took charge, alies saw betrayal they held their flags upon our headquarters
swaying their victory while my men moan in pain not because they were dying but because they couldnt save they country
they didnt do justice to their people
people who hoped we could bring a change
but my hope was not lost
my army might have been defeated but my patriotism wasnt
i gathered my batalion rejuvinated their spirit their instinct
their desire to achieve something
something greater then our own lives
me with my men led seige to the alps the home of our ancestors
gazing upon the white blanket of snow i had a vision an aurora emerged from the sky
it was our forefathers emerging right in front of us
forming a cloud of smoke beneath our feet
our feet trembled but we heard a voice
the deepest voice anybody could have ever imagined
a voice which gave us a shiver down our spine
they said 'o mighty soldier i am proud to see that our teachings have not gone waste we are filled with pride to see your love and devotion for the country that we built. the gods are happy for you and here is a gift as a helping hand towards your marching victory'
and out came a bird a bird so bright it nearly blinded me
the gods gave us an articuno
it was splendid, elegant and legendary
down came the bird and our fear had vanished we became fearless soldiers
it gave a sense of power no mortal has ever touched
the voice again appeared 'behold my son
this bird can either make you an emperor or a slave
you must never use it to kill someone
or you will get its curse
curse of the iced bird
hearing this our confidence didnt lose ground
we marched towards gandert our eneimy headquarters while articuno was flying above us protecting us
we held our flags on their headquarters
but as any war would have it we lost some brave men
so did the opposite side
then the grounds started to shake the curse of iced bird had started to take its form
and just like a gust of wind my men including me were frozen ice sculptures
after nearly a quarter of a century later moltres shined upon us and freed us from our curse but everything isnt over yet
the gods want their articuno back or else they will unleash their wrath on my forefathers
thus i need your cursedarticuno to not only free my forefathers
but to also bring peace to our land
hope you help me free my fathers
this mortal will always remain grateful to you
thank you