MWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA!
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I am the King of Winter, a spirit of decay, darkness, and chills...
Try flyting with me, for there are thrills o' plenty!
Strike fast, if you lose you will surely resent me.
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You plight for warmth, and beg for fires...
My cold shall strange your needs, and leave you dire!
Your pleas for a Cindaquil are for not...
His lowly ashen corpse left to rot!
My Squirtle shall heave a mighty boast...
His Splash Attacks? Better than most!
Whoa to him, fury is ours...
Find your Cindaquil in a bed of flowers!
I speak in rhymes and threats a plenty...
So step up, let's see if your a cogniscenti!
An artist of blade and sharp of tongue...
Speak well child, leave no words unsung.