It took place during the last weekend of October. We woke one morning, and the whole world was... warped. The same screechy, discordant music played everywhere. Everything was blocky and square-shaped with only a handful of colors to be seen. Journeys that normally take weeks could be completed in less than a day. The locals started repeating a single phrase over and over, our Pokémon lost all signs of individuality... Only we were left unaffected. It lasted until the first minute of November.
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