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Forever Galarian Summer

Added 2025-03-15 21:32:21 +0000 UTC

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"Cheers lads, chuck that in the bin for me, will ya?"

And thus the end began.
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Trigger warning: The apocalypse womp womp.

Gloria wanted to enjoy her victory to the fullest. Her victory against who? Everyone. She had spent years looking up at the other giantesses and 'godesses' she had even met tinies trying to act better than her. But they weren't here now, she was the last woman standing, Queen of the Hill, She Who Remains, and she was loving it.

Galar always had rubbish weather during summer, but now Gloria could enjoy the sun fully, no rain, no clouds, not even an ozone layer to get in her way. She put on her most summery outfit, grabbed a tropical drink, grew beyond comprehension and started spacebathing.

As she revelled in her power she thought it'd be funny and only fair give the losers a taste of what she was sipping. She grabbed the little cocktail umbrella out of her drink and simply pierced it around 3cm into the surface of the Earth. Or in human measurements, just under 3000 miles into the surface. For reference, the deepest hole ever created by humanity was a mere 8 miles deep.

Were Gloria to pluck the fragile umbrella out of its resting place perhaps this would've remained another embarasing memory for inhabitants of planet Earth. But for whatever reason, Gloria never returned, most theorize she went off to own the stars, but it was near impossible for anyone on the surface to follow her overwhelming movements, especially with an obstacle as wide as the earth covering your view.

And so the inhabitants of Earth were left to deal with their summery predicament. How much trouble could be caused by a cheap decoration, that was so often thrown away without a thought?

Nearly half the world was covered in darkness. Crops died, chaos ensued. Within days, most of the world was at war. Billions tried to flee the continent caught in the shadow of the imense brolly above, afraid of freezing or starving. Governments collapsed as their greed was exposed and their satellite communications to the people were cut off. The decimation of entire continents drove the rest of the world into financial ruin. World leaders all squabbled amongst themselves as to what to do with the ruined lands. Some suggested invasion, some wanted to be saviours, some advised separation, and most couldn't handle the impossible pressure.

All efforts to remove the umbrella were futile. The bark was enormously wide, even reaching it was a challenge for the little humans and Pokémon who had to scale the mountainous mound that had formed around the impact point. Initial attempts to cut through were promising. Though the grown state of the birch made it far tougher than any wood found naturally on Earth, it was still wood. Nonetheless the problem was still the size and time.

Before the Dark Continent could make any significant progress cutting, their systems collapsed. When other countries tried to take over operations, it wasn't long before they were halted too. It wasn't even a month before humanity gave up those efforts. The rest of the world agreed that simply cutting down the limitless prop could perhaps make the problem worse. What if it fell? Merely moving the problem to another part of the world. What if it rolled? Leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Even one of the better case scenarios where it floated off into space could leave it floating alongside the rest of the solar system for the rest of eternity, far out of humanities reach to stop potential gravitational chaos or eclipses.

The next idea was to destroy the top of the umbrella. The paper was outside of the atomosphere and far to thick to burn. But attempts to pierce the surface with missiles were a success. Minor successes anyway. Any holes created were far to small to make any real improvement in the planets quality of life. The best plan was to slowly wear away the paper until they could cut entire sections off, but that would take years. Time which they didn't have.

Pulling the Umbrellla out of the Earth was out of the question. In fact with its immense size and weight it was slowly being pulled further into the Earth. Tectonic plates cracked and new volcanoes formed across the Earth. People and Pokémon alike all scrambled for survival with no time to worry about solutions.

And so slowly over a few years, society fell into total collapse. Half of Earth a frozen wasteland and the other, a shell of its former self. What remained of humanity regressed as they once more fought for survival against wild Pokémon.

All hope was lost. Thanks to its new celestial siamese twin Earth eventually drifted out of the its usual gravitational orbit. No matter what direction the planet went, whether it drifted into space, leaving the rest of the world frozen, whether it collided into another planet or just melted into the sun. The only way Earth was headed was to its doom.

The giant cocktail stick umbrella had seen better days, yet it had prevailed. This insignificant, inanimate party decoration caused the total anihilation of humanity who once considered themselves the most powerful civilisation out there.

But one thing was for certain, if Gloria saw this. She'd be laughing her arse off. Probably.

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A unique kinda dumb idea I thought of