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The Resolutions of 132/Report 2

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A./N. Spoilers ahoy! This takes place before the events of Resolutions, while Evoltsul is still in his seal. Don't read if you haven't read the rest of the story!

Evoltsul’s Point of View.

These chains.

They...they’ve given me some time to think.

I hate you, Tabuu.

Hate. Hate. Hate.

But the worst part? The worst part is, all the things I’ve done are starting to finally catch up to me. And all I can think about is the past.

And all that went wrong.


Hundreds of years ago. Wikipedia Colony.

“Hey, Max?”

I looked down at the teenager speaking to me. He had light skin, short-cut blonde hair, green eyes, and two protruding horns from the top of his head. He was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a dark blue sweater. His name was Steve Shinn.

He would grow up to be known as Porplemontage, the Steward of MarioWiki.

“Yeah, Steve?”

It had been about ten years since my brother and I had come to the Wiki World from WikiMedia. We, along with the peasants and members from the Ramirezes, built a great metropolis for the people to live in. We figured out how to get power and stuff working (this world wasn’t that different from WikiMedia when it came to things like that) and we corresponded with the higher-ups in WikiMedia frequently.

“Jim told me to tell you, ah...WikiMedia has cut contact with us.”

Until now.

I wanted to start freaking out, but scaring the adolescent would accomplish nothing.

“Alright,” I said with false composure, “thanks for letting me know. I’ll talk to my brother about it soon, alright?”

Shinn smiled.

“Uh, Max?” he asked.

“Yeah?”

“Why aren’t we in WikiMedia anymore?”

“Because, ah...King Bradley needed us to come here to...make friends.”

“Do you mean the animals and creatures all around?”

He was referring to the Great Twenty Tribes. Our only enemies here.

“Yeah,” I lied, “them.”

“Why doesn’t the King and the others want to talk to us any more?”

“They think that we can handle all of this ourselves. Independence and all, you know?”

“Oh, okay.”

I watched the boy walk away, allowing the worry to line my features. Steve was an orphan from WikiMedia- and as it was, I was the main person that he tended to look up to. I didn’t want him to worry about things like the Great Twenty. He already had too much on his shoulders. There wasn’t any reason to add more to that.

I teleported into me and my brother’s shared office in the Capital Building, and he was sitting at his desk, head in hands.

“Hey, bro.” I said, sitting in a chair across from him.

Wales looked up at me, and an exasperated smile came onto his face.

“Heya. Sorry about not telling you myself- just been a little busy...”

We both knew that was a lie. We’d been arguing a lot recently and made a point to stay away from one another- just a brotherly quarrel, was all.

“So, what’re we going to do about this? The Great Twenty have said that they plan on attacking if we don’t leave...”

“Yeah,” Wales said, “and now leaving isn’t even an option. Fucking Bradley. It’s like he sent us out here to get killed.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s exactly why we’re here.” I muttered, “You know how he feels about us ‘Cynds’. I suppose he just acts all gentlemanly with us for the sake of keeping up appearances. But I knew he was just waiting to stab us in the back when he got the chance.”

“We could try to reach a diplomatic solution, you know.” Wales said.

“That hasn’t been working so far. Why would it start? We’re dealing with a bunch of stupid animals. It’s not like they even understand what’s going on.”

“But they speak. They certainly display intelligence.”

“They’re not human.”

“Brother, loo-”

“Shut up.” I hissed.

“Max, come on.”

I stood out of my chair and turned my back to him.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Wales.”

“Don’t do this, Max!”

“Go to hell.”

I stormed out of the office.

On my way down the hallway, I passed a young Esqueleto Ramirez. He was a former leader of his family but gave up his position and decided to come to colonize with us. His immortality hadn’t been deprived of him (he was on good terms with the other family heads, just not the King) but he was only about in his thirties.

I stopped in the hallway beside him.

“Arguing again?” he asked.

“Go suck Bradley off.” I muttered.

“I don’t like him any more than you do, you know.”

“Yeah? Well, why the hell are we stuck here on this foreign planet?”

“He can override the decision of the other family heads. The best thing to do is just relax, Max. I’m sure we’ll reach peaceful resolution, alright? Don’t get so worked up over it.”

“Yeah,” I said, continuing down the hallway, “Whatever.”


It had been some days since the argument with my brother. I shut myself up in my room the whole time, just letting it all come to me.

I sat at a wooden desk, an open book in front of me. The room was shrouded in darkness, lacking a window. A desk lamp provided illumination over the paper as I read, trying to distract myself from the chaos going on inside my head.

I reached the end of the book.

And with it, my reasoning.

Bradley had fucked us all over, my Brother was being an idiot, Ramirez was an uptight douchebag, and nobody wanted to listen to me.

Little Steve did, though.

At least he did.

I stood from my seat, purpose coming over me in the darkness.

I put my hand on the doorknob.

I was going out for the night.

That was the big turning point in my life.

If I hadn’t shut myself up in my room and just left the City like that, I’d have known that the Beasts had made peace with us just the day previous.

If I had just listened to what my brother had to say.

So, what did I do that night?

I found the tribes. I murdered them all and sealed the leaders. The Great Twenty themselves were too hard to kill.

I sent the scythes into isolation, where I hoped they wouldn’t be found.

I came back to Wikipedia the following morning, expected to be welcomed as a hero.

Instead, I was branded a monster and banished.

Little Steve hated me after that. Me and my brother had one last battle, but he won out over me.

I, along with my followers, left the Wiki.

I threw away the love for my family, and fully embraced my lust for power.

I called myself Evoltsul.

I invented spamming, I altered people into Trolls.

I was Maximilian Cynd XIII, disgraced member of WikiMedia, the Mastermind Troll.

Fine, then.

My brother didn’t want to accept me?

I would destroy him and everybody who stood in my way.

That was the resolution I stuck to for so much years.

And looking back, I regret it.

Here, in the middle of the Spam Desert, immobilized by the sealing techniques I invented.

It’s all coming back to me.

I no longer desire power. I have enough of it as is. I desire vengeance.

That’s what I want.