A slow death...

"I'm so tired... but I must keep moving..." I say as I continue to travel. I haven't eaten in days and my life force is wearing thin. There isn't any magma around for me to rest in and the Graveler are watching me like Mandibuzz. They know i'm tired and i'll have to stop soon... I must press on... There must be some magma somewhere on this damn dormant volcano! Why couldn't I have stumbled across an active one... Lava might seep through the thing if there was. Maybe i'll get lucky and this heap of rock will spew magma towards me. But alas... the graveler are coming closer. Probably to beat me into submission so I pass out and become a rock...so they can eat...I just wish...I could've lived longer. And had a family... My skin starts to harden and encase me in it's rocky grip. Blacking out my vision as i wait for the cold air to make the rest of me an immobile lump of rock. I just hope there is a pokémon somewhere that will warn the other Slugma who may come across here that there is no magma in this acursed volcano... only death...