How to start discussion on Pokemon tier change.

[Eternal]

Do you think a Pokemon should be changed to another tier?

What you must do to defend your opinion:

1. Create a thread to discuss the change you want to make.
2. State in atleast one paragraph why this Pokemon should be changed to the other tier.
3. Give evidence ans statistics.
4. Show calculations and analyses to convey that the Pokemon is compatible in the tier you want it to move to.

[Sheep]

http://teamuber.net/forum/showthread.php?t=5253

The wrong way to do it.

[Sephira]

sheep can you leave me alone for 5 minutes?

[hijk074]

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[leroywashingon2]

i dont understand???