Well,I just came back from the Doc.I have a stomach illness,and need to do a strict diet for 10 days

I'll start writing the final part of the story now,but I wont finish it today.
This is going to be the longest chapter of all.It is the end,after all.
In the meantime,take a look at these "letters",written by the vanished trainers,and sent to me as Note,or even comments,during the entire judging phase.
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Lyoko's letter:(Who began with this original thread

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"Fled before the hit" by

Hello fellow passengers,
I just wanted to wish you all the best of luck, and tell you I have escaped the crash. Apperantly I wasn't the only one who screwed the rules. I'm glad I did, I don't want to know what would've happened if I hadn't brought my Charizard with me. After a few hours flying on the back of my Charizard, I reached Indonesia, where I still am now.
My best regards,

Midna
PS. You might have noticed there is a pokeball included in this letter. I have caught a Swellow to send this letter. Please take good care of it.
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"A small pidgey lands on your shoulder" by

*It drops a letter into your hands, covered in plastic, most likely to protect whatever it is inside from rain. Enclosed is this*:
"It seems the cat has been tricked by the rat. Trick or not, I seem to have gotten the time of departure wrong. I send my deepest apologies, and hope the journey is safe and eventful. I have included in this package a picture I took of an odd Pokemon. I've never seen anything like it before, not even anything similar. Possibly a pokemon of a whole new generation, but it seemed.. grander. I have named it Shioma. Tell me if you see it on your journey!
Sincerely, Firea"

Behind the letter was a photograph..
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"Attempted short story If I wasn't eleminated" by
As I am part of the crew:
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The ships officers came door-to-door, checking and asking, the crew if something happened.
Me: "Hmm! It seems my Soulock (My legendary) senses that the danger is not over, it felt a moving voids within the ship using the fog as a cover... at least we survived avoiding it. Soulock feels that a ghost pokemon was behind this."
Soulock: "Soul... lock... SOULOCK"
Me: "He said: "No pokemon... can attack me with voids... I AM VOID." Well, I don't know what will come next: Teleportation, Time-transport, or void-transport. We'll only know when the next elimination wave commence." ___________________________________
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"Untitled" by

(In Spanish)
Despierto, lo ultimo que recuerdo haber visto fue una ola gigante viniendo hacia nosotros, el golpe contra el agua me debio de haber desmayado.
Ahora estoy yo y otros mas de nuevo en el puerto, como si nada hubiera pasado, incluso nuestras ropas estan secas.
Suspiro y me levanto - Asi que esto le paso a los otros..., espero que los que quedaron alla les vaya bien -
Me voy del puerto, hay un pokemon muy inusual en el laboratorio donde trabajo como asitente y debo verificar que todo este bien, total, al parecer Rantidot solo produce el suero cuando es feliz
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A translator is not hard to use!
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"Untitled" by

dear


im alive!.....
oh, you want more? ok well i got out of the bathroom and this crazy women attacks me, guess she gets you when your pants are down

. but after that i awoke back home. but chardera and i are ok, just wanted to let you know XP
from

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"HELP!" by

.... I didn't get spirited away!,i just pissed off one of the crew with my immitation of a Chatot. I'm drowning in the ocean!
HELP!
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"Untitled" by

Uh...
"This is PorygonGoogol writing an E-Mail using only my mind. I am fine. Pantaro and I seem to have washed up on the shores of Australia. Do not worry, but if you could provide plane tickets to Canada, it would be best.
~PorygonGoogol"
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"Untitled" by

i, the great winged spirit umbrex have left, and some how made it to Mt. coronet, where i beriended Giratina.
best wishes from both of us,
Umbrex
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"Untitled" by

"All hopes you find this bottle Captain,
When I had heard that people had gone missing, I was relieved that I had not been taken, but suddenly, I was surrounded in darkness, and now I find myself stuck on an island unknown. If you find this bottle, please do not worry for me, as I have found a nearly finished raft left behind. I made sure to bring a map, so I can row myself to safety within a few days.
All hopes, Xyxoz"
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"Untitled" by

It was though it was a dream. I was on this mysterious boat to a mythical island, which would fulfill the legendary I've wondered about. There were a hundred people on this ark, and they all had a mysterious timbre to them. We were expected to land on the island and meet the legendary.
I sighed; such fancies of mine could never happen in the real world. I wasn't sure if I was on that boat at all. It could have been a daydream. I imagined illusions frequently at my job. At the Fluctuative Splice Enhancement Corporation, F.U.S.E. Corp. for short, I had to determine what parts of each pokemon's genetics would benefit the overall product the most. On a previous project, I had to mix a Gyarados and a Wurmple, imagine that. The client asked for "A pintsized powerhouse that can blow away enemies." So I had to make sure the genetics allowed for a tiny pokemon that would still be able to deal out damage without causing harm. It took me three hours of fiddling to get a right mixture. The actual development of the pokemon might not always work out.
I got the request for the next pokemon on a clipboard. On the top of the page was the price: $250,000,000. Wow. That was a conspicuously large sum. Large numbers were commonplace here, but I only get a mere two percent of one percent as payment. Most of the money went to making the splice. A quarter went to research and instruments for making future products. The bigwigs then take the rest of the money and give the actual workers and researchers scraps.
I scanned down for the factors needed for the creation. "Lugia, Suicune, Articuno," I muttered. Three legendaries. For normal people, the DNA of legendaries would be hard to get. However, F.U.S.E. Corp. had resources. The problem would be putting the genetics together correctly to achieve a healthy and powerful pokemon.
Down on the details box, the client typed, "I would like the F.U.S.E. Corporation to create a gryphon-like pokemon out of three legendaries. I would like it to, as a gryphon would, have four legs and two (operative) wings. It needs to be grand; at least large enough for a normal person to ride on. It needs to be able to learn Water, Psychic, and Flying moves. If possible, have the pokemon be blue and white, so it is invisible while in the sky. I am paying you a fortune to produce this fusion. Do not fail me."
And so I went. First was to imagine how this hybrid would appear. Since it was quadrupedal, it needed to have Suicune's body. I've dealt with attaching wings to pokemon that normally don't. On a biological scale, wings can't do anything if the brain does not have the proper transmitters and instinct to move them. In this case, hybridizing an Articuno's structure would do fine.
A gryphon-esque creature would need much lift from its wings in order to fly. Lugia had the grandest of those wings, so I decided to use its genetic model for them. It would need to be quick in order to achieve liftoff, so Suicune's mystic speed was what I used. I added Articuno's sharp eyes, and a combination of Articuno's and Suicune's long tails for movement and stability. Its feathers--
My mind halted for a moment. Sure, I was benefiting the eccentric wealths, but I could make a creation of my own, couldn't I? It would be nothing big. I could ask the heads of the company if I could do a side project. Maybe I could even masquerade as another client.
"Maybe... just maybe," I said. Even if my dream was defied, I could scientifically recreate Bundinger. A Stantler's horns, a Togekiss's feathers, a Lucario's stance, on a Buneary. That would be another dream to be awakened.
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