Post by legendhiro on Aug 25, 2008 21:43:20 GMT -5
Contents: Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
The Team’s Choice
“Hold on!” said Jen. “Before we decide, I have some questions.”
“I am designed to answer any question to the best of my ability,” the computer voice replied.
“Alright then,” said Jen. “I’m worried what will happen when our parents realize we’re missing. I mean, we have no idea how long all of this crap will take.”
“Uh,” I said, “I realize that they’ll be worried, but I know my parents would understand. And I think that your mom and dad would get it too. This is our destiny. We’re meant to do this.”
“Yeah,” said Jen, “I guess you’re right.”
“I have one,” said Sarah. “What if we get hurt here? Is it for real?”
We all looked at the computer, awaiting the answer.
“Any injuries sustained in this world are just as real as those sustained in your world,” the computer answered.
“Okay,” I said before anyone else could chime in, “I think we need to address something more important than any of this stuff. We have to remember that if we don’t stay and do our best, every Digimon in this world will be enslaved. Digital or not these are living, breathing beings, and we’re the only ones who can save them. I think we have to try.”
“You’re right,” said Jen. “I vote that we stay.”
“Me too,” said Sarah. “I vote stay.”
We all looked at Amanda. She was young and had a tendency to be pretty selfish, making her the most likely of us to want out. She was also pretty likely to give in, since she probably didn’t understand what was going on.
“If you guys think we can help out,” said Amanda, “then I guess we should stay.”
“Then its settled,” I said, turning back to the computer, “we stay. Now, what’s next?”
The computer screen blinked and a new image appeared. It was a digital representation of the desert and Desert Tower. “Using the handheld computer interface to determine direction, head north from this spot until you reach an oasis spawned by the water of a river, using this device’s built in Digimon Analyzer software to aid in your defense. Follow the river east until you find a bridge.”
“Alright,” I said, “we have a mission! Let’s go!”
“Hold it!” said Jen. “Its almost completely dark out we should sleep here tonight. You know, get some of our strength back.”
“Yeah, okay,” I said smiling, “but I get top bunk.”
Using the open Digicomp as a nightlight, we spent the night in Desert Tower. It was cold, it was rough, and it was dirty. We woke up with our hair and cloths full of sand and dirt particles. We were sore, and we were on edge. But we had a purpose, a reason to endure. So we endured.
We were hungry, but we endured. We were thirsty, but we endured. We were hot, but we endured. And only a few hours into our trek, we found ourselves at the most beautiful grove of trees we had ever seen.
“Awesome!” said Sarah, running up under the edge of the grove. Amanda jumped down from Chickomon’s back and followed, Chickomon and Ponymon close behind.
“Hey John,” said Jen, pointing, “those are apples in those trees!”
“I see ‘em,” I said. I turned to Serpentmon and asked, “Do you know if those are okay to eat?”
“Of course!” he answered. “They’re just meat apples. Each one tastes like a different meat, from pork, to steak, to hotdogs.”
“Pretty sweet.”
“Yup. You’ll probably find some regular apples too, and some Digimushrooms. Digimushrooms don’t taste very good, but they provide protein and restore health and energy, especially in us Digimon.”
“Alright then,” I said, “while the kids play in the woods, we’ll look for mushrooms. Jen, stay with Sarah and Amanda and pick some apples.”
“Aye aye, boss!” she responded with a mock salute. I chuckled and headed off to pick some mushrooms.
“Ah! These must be them!” I bent down and pried a black mushroom from the base of a tree. I held it up for Serpentmon to see.
“Yep, those are them!” Serpentmon said, and I lay my over shirt open and began filling it up with the unappealing black fungus. I had just finished tying the makeshift sack closed with my shoestring when I heard a series of screams coming from the apple grove where the others were waiting. The screaming was accompanied by a series of small explosions and the toppling of a tree.
“Time for action, buddy,” I told Serpentmon. I looked at BlackColtmon, “You too pal.” The two Digimon nodded, and my Digivice came online.
I raised my Digivice up and called, “Initiate Digivolution!”
“Serpentmon, Digivolve to, Dragonterramon!”
“BlackColtmon, Digivolve to, BlackStaliamon!”
I jumped onto BlackStaliamon’s back, and we shot off toward the grove. Dragonterramon charged past us, letting out his signature distinctive engagement roar. It shook the ground beneath us. He shoved several densely packed trees out of the way, revealing our friends, under siege from a spider-like creature the size of a car.
I pulled the Digicomp handheld out of my pocket and held it up to the spider. Text appeared, reading:
- Name: Dokugamon
- Characteristics: Female, Adult, Virus Type, Insectoid Species
- Attacks: Spider’s Web, Viral Grenade
*WARNING* Poisonous
“Careful guys,” I said, “she uses poison attacks in battle!”
Dragonterramon roared and charged, calling, “Terra Strike!” Dragonterramon raised his claws and slashed, but Dokugamon fired a web, using it to pull herself out of the way. Then, while Dragonterramon was still mid rush, Dokugamon wrapped his legs with webbing, causing him to fall hard.
I jumped down from BlackStaliamon’s back and said, “Get her boy!” BlackStaliamon leapt at Dokugamon, who shot up a net-like web that caught the powerful Digimon mid leap.
Dragonterramon shot a thin stream of flame across his feet and legs, incinerating the web that held him. He jumped up and roared again. Dokugamon turned around to face him, and I saw it, a small patch emblazoned with an “M” attached to Dokugamon’s thorax.”
“Look there, a manipulation tag! If we get rid of it, Dokugamon won’t attack anymore!”
“I’m on it!” Chickomon declared, and he charged. Dragonterramon tried to jump onto Dokugamon’s back and pin her, but she used a web to pull herself away, disappearing into the trees.
“Look out,” Dragonterramon growled. “She could be anywhere." He fired another spread of flames at BlackStaliamon, burning the web away, freeing him. BlackStaliamon scowled as his gaze darted through the treetops.
Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, Dokugamon descended from the treetops, hanging by a thread. “Viral Grenade!” she called, and several smaller spiders the size of squirrels, dropped from the treetops and grabbed onto Dragonterramon. They exploded, causing Dragonterramon to revert to his previous state and pass out.
“Chickomon Blades!” called Chickomon, firing energy blades from his eyes, cutting Dokugamon’s thread. She fell, and Coltmon and Ponymon began running a tight circle around her. “Hoof Tornado!” they called, and a pillar of wind rose up, trapping Dokugamon inside.
BlackStaliamon jumped up, pushed off of a tree, and fell into the cyclone’s eye. He fell, knocking the tag off and smashing it with his hoof. Coltmon and Ponymon ended their attack, and Dokugamon stood up, disoriented.
“The last thing I remember clearly,” Dokugamon said, “is my best friend Birdramon and myself running from a group of willings who were trying to tag us. Manipulamon equips his taggers with the ability to produce M-Tags using a small portion of their own data. They were being lead by Okuwamon, a mighty Perfect Level Digimon who-.”
“Excuse me,” Jen cut in, “but what do you mean by ‘willings’?”
“Oh!” said Dokugamon, “as Digidestined, I thought you would know! Only some of Manipulamon’s subjects are controlled
“You see, many Digimon, especially the more wild ones, will align themselves with the Digimon with the most power and serve them willingly, like the majority of Manipulamon’s current ranks. We call them ‘willings’. There are other Digimon that remain unaligned, neither assisting or resisting Manipulamon’s influence. Then there are those of us who actively resist or fight back, dubbed ‘fighters’.”
“And you and Birdramon were fighters?” I asked. We were sitting in a half-circle, facing Dokugamon, listening to her speak.
“Yes,” Dokugamon replied with a nod.
“Where is Birdramon now?” I asked.
“She has likely been tagged and placed on lookout in the sector that she is most familiar with. Her nest is in a cliff located in this very forest.”
“Alright then,” I said, standing up to better address my friends and allies, “we’re gonna go free her too! In fact, we’re going to free as many tagged Digimon as we can. The more we free, the more potential allies we have against Manipulamon!”
“Alright!” Sarah agreed, leaping up as well, “Dokugamon, lead the way!”
“Thank you, Digidestined,” Dokugamon said, rising to her too many feet, “I am in your debt.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Serpentmon, jumping up to hang around my neck.
“Yeah,” BlackColtmon agreed, a wicked tone to his voice, “its what we do.”
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Hopefully one of these will be more than one chapter long someday:)
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Chapter 3
The Team’s Choice
“Hold on!” said Jen. “Before we decide, I have some questions.”
“I am designed to answer any question to the best of my ability,” the computer voice replied.
“Alright then,” said Jen. “I’m worried what will happen when our parents realize we’re missing. I mean, we have no idea how long all of this crap will take.”
“Uh,” I said, “I realize that they’ll be worried, but I know my parents would understand. And I think that your mom and dad would get it too. This is our destiny. We’re meant to do this.”
“Yeah,” said Jen, “I guess you’re right.”
“I have one,” said Sarah. “What if we get hurt here? Is it for real?”
We all looked at the computer, awaiting the answer.
“Any injuries sustained in this world are just as real as those sustained in your world,” the computer answered.
“Okay,” I said before anyone else could chime in, “I think we need to address something more important than any of this stuff. We have to remember that if we don’t stay and do our best, every Digimon in this world will be enslaved. Digital or not these are living, breathing beings, and we’re the only ones who can save them. I think we have to try.”
“You’re right,” said Jen. “I vote that we stay.”
“Me too,” said Sarah. “I vote stay.”
We all looked at Amanda. She was young and had a tendency to be pretty selfish, making her the most likely of us to want out. She was also pretty likely to give in, since she probably didn’t understand what was going on.
“If you guys think we can help out,” said Amanda, “then I guess we should stay.”
“Then its settled,” I said, turning back to the computer, “we stay. Now, what’s next?”
The computer screen blinked and a new image appeared. It was a digital representation of the desert and Desert Tower. “Using the handheld computer interface to determine direction, head north from this spot until you reach an oasis spawned by the water of a river, using this device’s built in Digimon Analyzer software to aid in your defense. Follow the river east until you find a bridge.”
“Alright,” I said, “we have a mission! Let’s go!”
“Hold it!” said Jen. “Its almost completely dark out we should sleep here tonight. You know, get some of our strength back.”
“Yeah, okay,” I said smiling, “but I get top bunk.”
Using the open Digicomp as a nightlight, we spent the night in Desert Tower. It was cold, it was rough, and it was dirty. We woke up with our hair and cloths full of sand and dirt particles. We were sore, and we were on edge. But we had a purpose, a reason to endure. So we endured.
We were hungry, but we endured. We were thirsty, but we endured. We were hot, but we endured. And only a few hours into our trek, we found ourselves at the most beautiful grove of trees we had ever seen.
“Awesome!” said Sarah, running up under the edge of the grove. Amanda jumped down from Chickomon’s back and followed, Chickomon and Ponymon close behind.
“Hey John,” said Jen, pointing, “those are apples in those trees!”
“I see ‘em,” I said. I turned to Serpentmon and asked, “Do you know if those are okay to eat?”
“Of course!” he answered. “They’re just meat apples. Each one tastes like a different meat, from pork, to steak, to hotdogs.”
“Pretty sweet.”
“Yup. You’ll probably find some regular apples too, and some Digimushrooms. Digimushrooms don’t taste very good, but they provide protein and restore health and energy, especially in us Digimon.”
“Alright then,” I said, “while the kids play in the woods, we’ll look for mushrooms. Jen, stay with Sarah and Amanda and pick some apples.”
“Aye aye, boss!” she responded with a mock salute. I chuckled and headed off to pick some mushrooms.
“Ah! These must be them!” I bent down and pried a black mushroom from the base of a tree. I held it up for Serpentmon to see.
“Yep, those are them!” Serpentmon said, and I lay my over shirt open and began filling it up with the unappealing black fungus. I had just finished tying the makeshift sack closed with my shoestring when I heard a series of screams coming from the apple grove where the others were waiting. The screaming was accompanied by a series of small explosions and the toppling of a tree.
“Time for action, buddy,” I told Serpentmon. I looked at BlackColtmon, “You too pal.” The two Digimon nodded, and my Digivice came online.
I raised my Digivice up and called, “Initiate Digivolution!”
“Serpentmon, Digivolve to, Dragonterramon!”
“BlackColtmon, Digivolve to, BlackStaliamon!”
I jumped onto BlackStaliamon’s back, and we shot off toward the grove. Dragonterramon charged past us, letting out his signature distinctive engagement roar. It shook the ground beneath us. He shoved several densely packed trees out of the way, revealing our friends, under siege from a spider-like creature the size of a car.
I pulled the Digicomp handheld out of my pocket and held it up to the spider. Text appeared, reading:
- Name: Dokugamon
- Characteristics: Female, Adult, Virus Type, Insectoid Species
- Attacks: Spider’s Web, Viral Grenade
*WARNING* Poisonous
“Careful guys,” I said, “she uses poison attacks in battle!”
Dragonterramon roared and charged, calling, “Terra Strike!” Dragonterramon raised his claws and slashed, but Dokugamon fired a web, using it to pull herself out of the way. Then, while Dragonterramon was still mid rush, Dokugamon wrapped his legs with webbing, causing him to fall hard.
I jumped down from BlackStaliamon’s back and said, “Get her boy!” BlackStaliamon leapt at Dokugamon, who shot up a net-like web that caught the powerful Digimon mid leap.
Dragonterramon shot a thin stream of flame across his feet and legs, incinerating the web that held him. He jumped up and roared again. Dokugamon turned around to face him, and I saw it, a small patch emblazoned with an “M” attached to Dokugamon’s thorax.”
“Look there, a manipulation tag! If we get rid of it, Dokugamon won’t attack anymore!”
“I’m on it!” Chickomon declared, and he charged. Dragonterramon tried to jump onto Dokugamon’s back and pin her, but she used a web to pull herself away, disappearing into the trees.
“Look out,” Dragonterramon growled. “She could be anywhere." He fired another spread of flames at BlackStaliamon, burning the web away, freeing him. BlackStaliamon scowled as his gaze darted through the treetops.
Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, Dokugamon descended from the treetops, hanging by a thread. “Viral Grenade!” she called, and several smaller spiders the size of squirrels, dropped from the treetops and grabbed onto Dragonterramon. They exploded, causing Dragonterramon to revert to his previous state and pass out.
“Chickomon Blades!” called Chickomon, firing energy blades from his eyes, cutting Dokugamon’s thread. She fell, and Coltmon and Ponymon began running a tight circle around her. “Hoof Tornado!” they called, and a pillar of wind rose up, trapping Dokugamon inside.
BlackStaliamon jumped up, pushed off of a tree, and fell into the cyclone’s eye. He fell, knocking the tag off and smashing it with his hoof. Coltmon and Ponymon ended their attack, and Dokugamon stood up, disoriented.
“The last thing I remember clearly,” Dokugamon said, “is my best friend Birdramon and myself running from a group of willings who were trying to tag us. Manipulamon equips his taggers with the ability to produce M-Tags using a small portion of their own data. They were being lead by Okuwamon, a mighty Perfect Level Digimon who-.”
“Excuse me,” Jen cut in, “but what do you mean by ‘willings’?”
“Oh!” said Dokugamon, “as Digidestined, I thought you would know! Only some of Manipulamon’s subjects are controlled
“You see, many Digimon, especially the more wild ones, will align themselves with the Digimon with the most power and serve them willingly, like the majority of Manipulamon’s current ranks. We call them ‘willings’. There are other Digimon that remain unaligned, neither assisting or resisting Manipulamon’s influence. Then there are those of us who actively resist or fight back, dubbed ‘fighters’.”
“And you and Birdramon were fighters?” I asked. We were sitting in a half-circle, facing Dokugamon, listening to her speak.
“Yes,” Dokugamon replied with a nod.
“Where is Birdramon now?” I asked.
“She has likely been tagged and placed on lookout in the sector that she is most familiar with. Her nest is in a cliff located in this very forest.”
“Alright then,” I said, standing up to better address my friends and allies, “we’re gonna go free her too! In fact, we’re going to free as many tagged Digimon as we can. The more we free, the more potential allies we have against Manipulamon!”
“Alright!” Sarah agreed, leaping up as well, “Dokugamon, lead the way!”
“Thank you, Digidestined,” Dokugamon said, rising to her too many feet, “I am in your debt.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Serpentmon, jumping up to hang around my neck.
“Yeah,” BlackColtmon agreed, a wicked tone to his voice, “its what we do.”
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Hopefully one of these will be more than one chapter long someday:)