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So I finally found my journal after losing it last week. I have lots to add about this Pokemon game of mine.
 
Over the week that passed I had beaten the Elite four, and allegedly beaten the game…game... But…But... I can still continue on my file, as if I was missing something. I didn't want to leave the game incomplete so I continued playing. Everywhere I went, it was the same, nothing for me to do, no challenges, only wild Pokemon to fight and catch.
 
After a while I finally hit myself in the face. Everything was pointing me to Pokemon Maintain. Everyone I spoke to mentioned I was a great trainer, but that I was missing a few Pokemon. Ditto, Mew, and Mewtwo…Mewtwo...
 
This hack was meant to only be complete if you had every Pokemon in the game, which I was only missing those three. Yes I know its really hard to catch them all, but if you hold onto a good map of the Kento Region like me, and take note of where every Pokemon was, it gives you a slight advantage. So I set off to the Cerulean Cave once more and looked for Mewtwo. He yet again was missing from the cave. Frustrated, I went to the maintain.
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My jaw dropped. "Died?" I asked myself. Then I remember that this was a hack, and that the writer could have programed these things into the game.
 
"Those things should never have existed." Mewtwo said. "They did terrible things to them…them... All in the name of science. All to create the perfect Pokemon."
 
I tilted my head and Mewtwo started walking and my sprite followed him. We entered a room I had never sean. This had to be a glitches room of some kind. In the middle, by its self. Was a broken tank. In it was a Mew sprite, but it wasn't normal.
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I wiped my tears and pressed A to continue his speech.
 
"This MEW is like me, a clone, but he was one of manny that didn't survive…survive..."
 
I felt sad and very depressed at this point. The Mew had been there for a long time along with many other capsules filled with dead Mew clones. The people who made them had left them here to rot.
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RED Picked up FAILED.
 
I think I finally knew what the game wanted me to do. They may have been clones…clones... But they were still Pokemon, and every Pokemon deserved to rest in peace. One by one, I obtained the dead Mew clones. Once I had them all I left and checked my items. I had 6 dead Mew and an item called MARKER.
 
I knew where I had to go…go... Lavender Town. And now you're caught up with me, I am on my way to the Town right now in the game.
 
I've been walking a while. Thankfully Cerulean City isn't too far from Lavender Town. I'm just now leaving Route 8 and entering the town…town...
 
==February 1, 2004==
 
I never got back to telling you the rest of what happened. Things escalated and I couldn't bring my self to right about it till today…today...
 
I had arrived in Lavender Town, its fumbler eerie tune played that had always given me chills. I slowly went to the Pokemon Tower and went inside and up to the third floor where you normally encounter GHOST. I noticed some grave markers that were missing. There were six as if to suggest I was to burry the Mews at those spots. Upon burying the first Mew, FAILED. The pause menu came up and directed me to the item MARKER. I used it and a grave stone appeared for the Mew.
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"Thank you. Now their lost souls may rest in peace."
 
I pressed A the last time, and the game shut off. I stared at the screen not sure what to think. I clicked the on and off button but nothing came on. I pulled out the cartreg to blow on it. When I did. I released there was nothing inside it. It was just a plastic case…case...
 
Scared I did was any sane person would do and left my room to think for a moment. I needed to process what I had seen. I cried, remembering how horrible those Mew looked. After a while I went back into my room and grabbed the cartreg and went into my back yard. I got a small shovel and dug out a small hole and dropped the pink case and buried it. I grabbed a smooth rock and stuck it in the ground to mark it.
 
Every thing, living or digital…digital.... Deserves to rest in peace.
 
{{by|NightossTheTiger|date=April 1, 2013}}