The challengers sat the stories they had wrote for the three gods, and stepped back cautiously as they waited. Would they like the stories? What would happen if they didn't? These questions and more filled everyone's' thoughts.
"Oh, I like it! What a great story of how I, the great Dialga, thwarted my brother's nasty schemes!" Dialga stated proudly, giving his team the obvious approval. Everyone on Diamonds breathed a sigh of relief as they celebrated their victory.
"Gah, this story is just terrible! You have me interacting with humans? And my LAUGH! You made me sound ... obnoxious. What do you have to say for yourself, human?" Giratina furiously yelled while pointing at Scorched Feathers with its tentacle.
"I, uh, I-I'm s-sorry L-Lord G-Giratina," Scorched Feathers pleaded to the monster.
"Kahkahkah, are you now? I don't think you are. Prove it to me," Giratina said.
"Uh ... H-here's so-" Scorched Feathers was cut off immediately, as Giratina had swallowed him whole. Where he once stood were some berries he was going to offer the god, which fell to the ground in such a way that they wrote out a sentence: God is good.
"Palkia, what do you think of your story," Dialga asked.
"I-I don't know, I can't ... read. I was too shy to ever learn." The Pearls were all shocked at his response. Did they really just waste their time? It didn't matter what they did, they had already lost. The fact they wrote an entire book for an illiterate deity was just insult to injury.
"AGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Juliacoolo yelled in anger, suddenly holding a blade to his stomach. "I HAVEU DISGRACED MY FAMU. KAMI ISU GOOOOD." He cut his stomach open, dying in mere seconds. The group was stunned, and slightly amazed, at witnessing Juliacoolo commit seppuku. He was asian, but this was a little too stereotypical.
