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Hello! This would be me, PenWraith on the line (of course it would be me. How could it be anyone else?). Finally, I am able to write! HAHA!! I got my account only recently and this is, in fact, my first story! I hope that all you reading this are adequately entertained and impressed with my work, and I hope you enjoy it! Well, here goes!

The last one was plucked at sundown, about 6 seconds (calculated) before the first of the nocturnal creatures would wake up from their temporary hibernation deep within the forest navel. The one in question was blue. For a blue pikmin, it seemed to be agitated, anxious, awaiting its first order with an excitement it apparently couldn't suppress. I recall when it first came out of the onion the following day, somehow being spotted by me easily. It held its stem high in the morning sun, drinking up its nutrients, basking in its wonderous warmth for the first time. I marveled at how it was constructed, how nature could have produced such marvelous creatures. It looked adorable in that one moment, and it was there when I contemplated on its complexion, how it was built to survive, its efficiency, and, above all,

Its loyalty.

I can also recall when I first tossed him at the wollywog guarding one of this area's many treasures. Its stem was firm, and full of life. I aimed superbly, and the little blue pikmin latched onto the creature's front-left leg, holding it down with immense strength for one so small, while the creature was pummeled by multiple other pikmin I had tossed and the blue pikmin itself. Finally, after beating the creature into submission, the little blue jumped up and started singing. It was singing. In that one moment as it uttered a few musical notes, I was stunned. The little creature had slain a wollywog many times its size, and as it carried its carcass back to the blue onion, it was singing. I instructed the pikmin to carry the carcass back to their onion, and the part back to the Dolophin, which was waiting on the plateau, the highest point in the area. They took the treasure back to the ship, and it was then where I had discovered that the Dolophin had accumulated 23 730 poko's worth of treasure, and I jumped with joy, as soon I could leave the planet to return home. But I had also felt regret at the thought of leaving the pikmin by themselves, and especially after all the hardships we had faced together. It was then that the little blue pikmin, sensing my sorrow, had walked up to me, and cocked it head in the puzzled fashion that the pikmin used when confused or confounded. Just looking at it cheered me up somewhat, and the pikmin, seemingly satisfied, walked back to its little group of other blues, and communicaied in the soft, lilting singsong notes pikmin used when consoling between one another. And I had discovered that I did not really wish to leave. Those opinions changed after what happened soon after, and certain events had caused me to rush back to my ship, yelling, and stumbling. All chaos had broken loose from the deepest reach of the bowels of the world beneath ours, and all was unclear. Everything was happening too fast, too fast! I entered my ship, and found that I had enough energy in it to escape this world's atmosphere. I must escape, I must escape! Everywhere were the pikmin, furiously beating them back with their stems, but it wasn't enough to stop their bodily fluids to spray everywhere, to stop them being gobbled up, wasn't enough to stop them being ripped apart, or squashed, or, or--from ceaseing to exist. And the last thing I saw before blasting off, the one terrible, terrible sight that will haunt my tortured mind forever, was that of the little blue pikmin, clutching to the cockpit window, staring at me, its face pleading to me for help, before being pulled away and ripped apart.

--Excerpt from joural entry of Captain Olimar: day 25, 32 minutes before daybreak, last day on pikmin planet, beginning of the pikmin extinction.

Well, that certainly was interesting! I wonder what happened to Olimar and the pikmin to make him blast off in his ship, never to return... well, you'll find out later. Hope you liked it!