The Diglett Conspiracy



It was a stormy night, Martymo and Fartymo were communicating through the great powers of Skuppi, and Martymo, that poor soul, stumbled over something; something he wishes he had never seen: The Diglett Conspiracy.

''"No.. it can't be?", Martymo said with a startled voice. "What, o great Martymo, what is it?", Fartymo replied surprised. Martymo was breathing heavily, and was clearly in a severe state of shock, bordering panic. Fartymo brushed his fingers through Martymo's beautiful blonde hair, "You know you can tell me anything", he said with a calming voice. "LIES!" "ALL THE LIEEES!!!", Martymo screamed as he got up, walked over to the window eyeing the storm that seemed to have grown even stronger. Fartymo walked up to him, slightly brushed his hand over Martymo's. "Let me share your burden, brother", Fartymo whispered softly into Martymo's ear. Martymo smiled nervously as he gazed out the window, and turned around; "There is a saying; a saying that feels like poison to my ears", Martymo said with a slightly calmer voice, "They say... they say Diglett...", he continued. "They say the oval circle on Diglett's face is... is his mouth". Fartymo grabbed Martymo's head and said: "You listen to me, you handsome son of a bitch". Martymo was startled. "You poor thing, don't you EVER believe those poisonous lies!", Fartymo said comforting. "Diglett's oval circle is a nose, trust me". "But how can you know", Martymo interrupted. The storm calmed down, the skies cleared up. Fartymo grabbed Martymo's hand and said; "It is known."''