And So It Begins... (POST HERE FIRST)

[Banned Dana]

?Through the ball, through the ball!?

Tidus tapped the R-1 button on his Playstation2, but nothing was happening. Throwing the controller in frustration, the brown haired boy stood up and walked out of the room, mumbling to himself the entire time.

?Another broken controller?? Came a voice from around the corner.

Turning, Tidus realized that it was his twin brother, Xander. Shaking his head and walking towards the kitchen. Picking up a cup and moving towards the fridge, he grabbed the orange juice. Pouring it into his cup, the tall boy filled it to the brim, not paying attention and spilled it onto the floor. Feeling as it this was his ?lucky? day, Tidus grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up the mess, banding his head on the freezer door. Cursing under his breath as he rubbed his head, he tossed the towels away and grabbed his OJ. Walking back to his room, Tidus replaced his broken control with a new one.

Downing the rest of his juice, something started to become very peculiar. The game he had been playing began to seemingly melt down the screen. Unsure as to what was going on, he shook his head, trying to readjust his eyes, but it didn?t help.

?Man.? Thought Tidus as he picked up his glass. ?What?s in this stuff.?

Suddenly, the man passed out, falling on the floor.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Waking to a start, Tidus rubbed his head where he had fallen to the floor. Standing up, the man felt the floor, his eyes had yet to adjust, so he was unsure as to where he was. Suddenly, a crack came from behind him. Standing straight up and turning around, there it was. A small floating head or something.

?Man. I?m going nuts.? Tidus spoke to himself.

Suddenly, the head spoke.

?Sir Tidus.? Cracked the head. ?I believe that this is yours.?

Suddenly, a watch-like thing appeared around the boys wrist. Freaking out, he tried to tug it off, but it wouldn?t budge.

?Umm.? Spoke the creature. ?I think that stay there. Not really sure and all, I grew up waiting to give that thing to you and, well, never really knew what it was.?

Tidus looked up at the creature.

?Yup. I?ve gone nuts.?

The creature laughed.

?Far from it. My name?s Tsunomon. I was created to be your partner in the Digi World.?

?Right...Digi World, next your going to tell me that my name is Piccolo and I?m really a Namekian!?

The little creature cocked it?s body sideways.?

?I believe you have twin brother, correct?? Asked Tsunomon. ?If so, he shall be here as well, should our first course of action be to find him??

Suddenly, it his him, maybe this wasn?t him going crazy, and if his twin brother was here, he?d probably freak out too.

?Yes...er...well.? Spoke Tidus. ?Until I wake up, I?ll play along, ok??

The digi freak laughed.

?Sure.?

OOC: The Continent of Server...that's where I am as well...

[Burter Jr]

"I'm sorry sweety," her mother said in a very worried tone, looking down upon her teenage girl like she was a newborn infant. "But I don't think you should be doing this boxing thing. It's too dangerous.

"Ugh!" Rebby got up and kicked the nearest object close to her, which unfortunetly for Snowball was her little kitty cat. It let out a painful hiss and scampered away. "I can't believe you're doing this! It's not fair!"

"I'm just trying to look out for you, Rebby."

"You don't anything about me!" She screamed, "Why can't I ever do what I enjoy!?"

Rebby grabbed her backpack and bolted for the door. "Rebby, wait!" Her mother called, standing. "Wait!"

"I hate you!"

The girl lept out the door and down the stairs of the apartment. She bounded onto the ground floor and out onto the bustling sidewalk. Once out there, she stopped a for a moment to think about what her next move would be.

Suddenly, a movement below her. The sidewalk gave in, like a trap door, sprawling her down.

Her screams were drowned out by darkness. Nobody even cared to look.

*****

"Ow...my head."

Rebby stood up, holding her forehead in her left palm. She stood up, rubbing her eyes and taking a moment to see where she was.

Desert. Miles and miles of it.

"Oh no..." She whispered to herself. "What now?"

"I can help!" Came a sudden voice behind her. She turned around in surprise, looking down at the small spring-like creature. "Hiya, Rebby! I've been waitin for ya!"

"What the..." She leaned down to look at it, "Who...what are you?"

"The name's Friimon! I'm your digi-pal!" The optimistic pup let out a wide broad grin to show his enthusiasm. "You're in the digi-world!"

"Digi...world?" Rebby looked towards the long isle of desert. "Looks like a desert to me."

"Look, I can prove it! See that gadget on your belt? That's a digi-vice! It means you and me belong together!"

The teenager reached down, and sure enough a small gizmo was waiting for her hand. She looked down at the monster, and then up at the desert. This was a lot to take in, but it all seemed so...real.

"Okay...let's just get out of this desert, Friimon."

"Yooooooooooooou got it!"


(File Island, Desert)

[Android 17]

Xander Halliwell had been lying on his bed, dreamily looking at the ceiling, when he heard a frustrated cry erupt from down the hall. Fearing his brother to be in some kind of danger, the youth dove from his bed and charged down the hall. He heard the sound of plastic exploding and realized the harmlessness of the situation. Rounding the corner, he saw his twin, Tidus glaring at the shattered remnants of his Playstation 2 controller.

?Another broken controller?? Xander asked, smirking at his crouched brother. Tidus turned up, nearly hitting his head of the overhead light fixture. Both Halliwell twins were tall compared to most people their age, and the low ceilings of their apartment were a curse. Trying to play of his frustration, Tidus walked out of the room, shaking his head and feigning a smirk. Chuckling at his brother?s behavior, Xander returned to his room. He closed the door behind him and took a sit on the edge of his bed. Today was the last day of the weekend, and for both twins, that meant their last chance to enjoy themselves before college classes resumed. Sifting through a pile of unwashed clothes, Xander located his Super Nintendo controller and brushed a dirty sock off it. The relic of ages past was still in perfect shape.

Although they were twins in all regards, the brothers varied in their choice of gaming. Tidus, the older of the two by fifty seconds, preferred Sony, but Xander had been a self-proclaimed Nintendo zealot since the days of the Nintendo Entertainment System. Softly putting the Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Starts cartridge into the machine, Xander gently turned the power on and picked up a half-empty bottle of vodka from beneath his jumbled bed sheets. Xander bobbed his head, loving the infectious music of the game; however, his enjoyment soon turned sour when the television screen began to swirl and churn. The menu vanished into a blur of ones and zeros, and before the man could react, he fell unconscious and was enveloped in a stream of numbers.

Xander regained consciousness, uttering a soft curse word and sitting up. Without realizing where he was, he rubbed his eyes and started to glance around. Almost immediately, his eyes doubled in size. Not only was he in some kind of rain forest, but a free-floating, ball of fire was smiling at him.

?Howdy!? The puff of fire said, grinning widely at Xander. The creature, which already seemed anatomically impossible, had a mouth filled with shiny, white teeth, ?welcome to File Island!? Startled by the strange, enthusiastic creature, the man shot of his feet, falling backwards in his mad rush to escape. When Xander hit the ground, he noticed a tiny device resting on the ground in front of his eyes. Righting himself, he picked up the apparatus and was once again joined by the floating fireball.

?Where am I?? He asked, having realized the bizarre creature apparently meant him no harm.

?You are on File Island, Xander. My name is DemiMeramon, and I am a Digimon. Even better, I?m your new partner! Nice to meet?cha!? Although he was startled this ?Digimon? knew his name, Xander found himself more interested in the strange, gray device. It was shaped almost like a rounded addition sign, with a small display in the center. Flashing the device to the creature elicited another response from it, ?that?s a digivice!? Although he was confused at the entire situation, Xander knew that sitting around in the strange jungle wouldn?t get anything done.

?Let?s get moving, DemiMeramon,? Xander said, standing back up. The orange puff of fire let out a happy squeak and did a backflip. Grinning at the childish antics of the creature, Xander started in a random direction, followed closely by DemiMeramon.

(OOC: File Island, Tropical Jungle.)

[Hellfighter 17]

What I found in this town
I'm heading for a breakdown
What's that sound, you're so loud
I'm heading for a breakdown

Micla jumped off of her bed and began to bob hear head up and down to the lyrics as she started going through her vast CD collection. There were many types of music within her collection?from jazz to rock, and country back to the blues. The only types that she disliked were those of classical, pop, and heavy metal; they just did not suit the young adult.

Her sweater, which was two sizes too large, hung loosely over her body, nearly reaching her knees. Below the navy blue top was a pair of baggy jeans which cut off at her ankle. Over the left knee was a sizeable hole, and over the other was a much smaller one. She couldn?t find the CD she was looking for, and let out a loud sigh to signify her frustration.

?Where is it?!? she yelped, throwing on of her not-so beloved Ray Charles discs to the ground, which landed sharply on her pile of clothes that were ready to be cleaned. She walked over to her computer desk, hoping that it would be in her PC. After no such luck, the woman was just about ready to scream, but she was stopped dead in her tracks as sparks of electricity began to emit from the array of electronic devices within her room. ?Wha??? The female was not bale to finish her question as she was struck by the flowing electrons which took her into another realm.

***

?Well, that was fun,? said Micla as she put one hand through her greasy hair, trying to part it, but it stayed as one to her dislike. As she stood up, one of her feet nearly gave out; her equilibrium had obviously been compromised. She was able to stay standing, though, and eventually she was able to walk.

?Where the hell am I?? she wondered out loud, looking around the various trees around her.

?You?re in the digital world!? screeched bubble-gum like creature that had snuck up on Micla. ?Hello, Micla, my name is Koromon and I am your partner here in the digiworld!? The heavily dressed female looked at the long-eared ball with raised eyebrows and wide eyes.

?How do you know my name??

?I?ve been waiting for you since I was born?we were destined to be together!?

?Uh huh.? The girl looked around a bit, and then she realized that something was in her hand. She opened her palm to see a small, gameboy-like device in her hand. ?What?s this??

?That?s your digivice. It?ll come in handy, trust me.?

OOC: Continent of Server--near Continent of Directory.

[Super Buu]

"Aaaand ... done!"

Greg gave a short, self-satisfied chuckle as he posted his roleplay, the product of a few hour's meticulous writing and re-reading. He spent a few minutes looking over it before resigning to a glass of Jack Daniel's and coke, leaning back in his chair. A window suddenly popped up on the screen of his laptop.

'Kyokyomon' has sent you a message. Accept?

Wondering who it could be, curiosity overtook him, as he clicked the 'Yes'. Strangely, no window popped up to display the message. Greg waited, but nothing happened. Raising an eyebrow, he clicked back to the site he had been browsing. Nothing happened - the laptop had frozen.

"What the hell?" he muttered angrily, getting to his feet. As he turned around, he nearly jumped out of his skin. The room had gone. Everything was spinning, melting away, and he felt the floor leave his feet. Around him he could see some kind of code, trickling down, appearing, disappearing, passing through him. Before he could scream, he passed out.

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"Come on, human! Ugh, this is such a drag ..."

Greg awoke, finding himself on soft sand. He sat up immediately, brushing the stuff off his skin - he hated sand, it was so hard to get off. Suddenly events rushed back to him, and he jumped to his feet.

"Where the - huh?"

A bizarre looking, green-eyed snake-thing was floating in the air before him. It's gruff, low voice belied its tiny form.

"Finally," said the creature, its voice laced with sarcasm. "Welcome to the digital world."


OOC: Oops, forgot to mention I'm on the Continent of Server.

[Tobias]

?Nathan please, please. I begging you, don?t go.? Rael?s hard gaze did not even flicker in sympathy for his mother?s tears. She didn?t understand. She thought he would die if he went, but he would die if he didn?t.

?For the last time, I?m Rael. Not Nathan. And I?m not your little boy anymore, Mother.? He made sure his face echoed the nasty tone when he said that word. As far as the GlowWyrms were concerned he had no parents. They were the only family any of them would ever need. Some would call them a Gang, and he supposed they would be right. But Rael did not think of it as a gang so much as a band of brothers. And last night one of his brothers were put in the hospital with a bullet in the stomach, courtesy a rival band. The Stone Cold Stoners. There would be no mercy for them. They had a silly name anyways. He stepped out of the door without so much as a ?goodbye?.

A half hour later he strolled into the ghetto?s cemetery tucking something in his waistband. The two gangs had decided this was the fitting place to end each other?s lives. Rael pulled out a cell phone, top of the line and the only thing he ever owned worth anything, and punched some numbers in the pad.

?Big Boss, where is everyone?? It was strange for him to be the first one at the meeting. The recognizable click of a gun sounded by his ear and he felt the cool touch of steel through the shaggy hair on the back of his head. A voice he assumed belonged to the owner of the gun hissed out.

?You tell him everything?s fine kid, and maybe you?ll live.? His heart skipped a couple beats. A set up. That why no one else was hear yet. They got jumped too. The funny thing was though; he couldn?t call for help if he wanted too. There was nothing but static on the other end.

?I-I-Its just static?

?You fucking liar. Tell him.? There was no point in arguing. This can?t be real.. Let this be a dream. Let me wake up at home? anywhere , somewhere! He would just have to pretend to talk to the Boss, then maybe he would escape. When he opened his mouth however, the static suddenly exploded into a flurry of beeps and whirs. If he had ever had the money for the internet, or a computer for that matter, he would recognize it as something akin to the sound of a modem connecting to it. It was freakishly loud, so loud he jerked his head from the ear piece. His vision burst into a flurry of light, and through the impossible loud sound his cell phone was making he though he could hear gunshots. Is what dieing is like, he wondered. For a few brief moments he felt weightless, like a cloud on a breezy day. Then, like something out of a road runner cartoon he looked down and plummeted.

His fall met a very squishy end. Smelly too. When he finally opened his eyes they were met with the very depressing sight of endless swamp.

?This doesn?t look like heaven. Or hell for that matter.? He felt his cell phone still in his palm. Maybe he could call Big Boss and actually get through this time. He always knew what was up. But when he raised the phone he found it was no phone at all. It was a small device, white and tannish yellow. He looked up in confusion and was hit by a pink blur. A sense of disgust flashed in his mind as he felt his back squish into the slime, but was chased out as soon as he saw what knocked him over. It was pink but with a face that made it obvious that it was no angle. With a yell of surprise he shoved the creature off his chest and struggled to his feet. He reached for the gun in his waist band but found only air. Mumbling incoherently Rael slowly backed away as the thing stared at him with a smile.

?Welcome, Nathan, to the digital world!? It shocked him that the thing spoke, but even more that it knew his real name.

?Er? Rael. I?m Rael. I haven?t been Nathan for while?? The pink ball opened its irregular mouth to say something but froze. A sound echoed from behind it that seemed to startle it greatly.

?Nath? Rael, whoever! Come on! We have to run!? The little monster jumped into his arms, and despite himself Rael held on, and ran.

?What? the hell? is going on!? he panted with the effort of tracking though the sludge as fast as possible.

?You?re in the digital world, Rael. I?m your digimon partner. Call me Koromon. This is a tough place, but together we might last at least a month or two before being deleted!?

?Deleted!?? he gasped between breaths, ?Tell me that?s not the same as dieing!?

?Dieing?? Koromon muttered. Rael groaned. This had better be a dream.


OOC: The Continent of Directory! A swamp if you couldn't tell. This is so bitchin'.

[Old Selipa]

The weather, something so meaningless yet so powerful in pulling emotional feelings. Today, sadness, pain, hate, all the things that were common to Kira. The small girl, again where she would always be at this time of the afternoon. Within her black covered room, with her blood red drapes covering the sun light. Although today was different, light from the outside gained entrance upon Kira as several rays fell upon the long blacked haired girl.

Her arms crossed on the table, her head half submerged by her thin arms. Her eyes glaring out into the busy world, the world where she didn?t live, the world where others lived only to themselves and never for her.

?Friendship?? came forth bitter words. ??this world is merely a joke.? Murmured Kira as she stood up from her placed location. The chair rocketing backwards as she ran for the door that connected her room to the house. Although, as her hand feel over the doors frame, did she stop. Her body grow heavy while her heart pounded.

?What?s this feeling inside??

Kira however continuing on her way through her house, knowing something was a miss, yet what. She always felt a pain in her heart, but today was like none before. This, feeling was warm to a degree and it was because of this, perhaps lets say this emotion that she had decided to go outside when normally she would never.

And now, as she opened the front door to her home did she see the weather as she truly felt inside. Cold ice over the surface of the lands, with a breeze so cold in the air and not welcoming her. Yet this didn?t hold the teenager back as she placed her first step to the outside world. Then again, taking the next till she found herself enclosed by a dreadfully arctic winter storm out of nowhere. And because of this sudden storm she would never know she was on the main road.

Were a beam of ever growing light came towards her...

Wheels crying against the frozen road as the girls eyes grew larger...

BAM!!!

***

?Oh my head??

?Hi, Hi!!!? came crashing words overflowing with glee. Kira, still holding onto her head as she tried to understand what was going on. What had just happened?

?Wh-who said that??

?Me, Me!!!? came again the high sounding voice of something, although what she was not still sure.

?Where am I?? asked Kira, her mind still throbbing as countless questions came into her thoughts.

?Here, Here!!!? came again the voice, but this time Kira was able to pinpoint its location.

?What are you??

?Digimon, digimon!!!?

?What??

OOC:
Continent of Folder is where its at, yo!

[Krillin]

Life was going pretty smoothly. About four months ago, Garet and his family had moved from their country home to a city apartment for job opportunities. The transition had been rather rough, but everyone adapted quite quickly. Each of them began to settle into a comfortable routine, and with that came security. Even on shady streets, Garet felt safe.

Well, not really, but he usually felt safe elsewhere. Except now. The back of his neck prickled. His heart rate quickened.

Someone's watching me?

Garet stopped at a bench and took a casual look behind him. No one stood out, except for a small sandwich-ad man advertising a new restaurant that'd likely go under within the month. Somehow, he thought it unlikely that a sandwich man would be following him, so he mentally shrugged it off and kept moving.

Press the Walk button. Wait. Go.

The prickle nipped at his neck again. Garet involuntarily quickened his pace and made for the nearest JC Penney store. Once inside, he lost himself in the Maternity section, amid odd stares from some ripened women. Garet smiled back, and they moodily went back to their pants with elastic waistbands. Garet wandered out of that section and found himself in with the lingerie. More odd stares, but at least there were more guys as support here.

When everyone's back was conveniently turned, a figure reached from behind a coat rack, and promptly removed Garet's consciousness from the physical world.

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A few cycles later, Garet awoke on a beach, with a headache that was almost, but not quite, splitting. Artificial air whirled around the artificial sand, providing a flurry of spontaneous mini-tornadoes. The gentle pattern of the gushing waves wasn?t enough to wake Garet from his slumber, but the gelatin figure that jumped on his stomach was.

?Wake up!?

Garet swatted at his stomach out of reflex, but completely missed the stranger. His eyes opened, but they didn?t yet focus.

?It?s about time, sleepy.?

?Huh??

Garet?s eyes slowly began to assemble the hazy pieces together. He found himself staring at a blue glob of goop with two eyes and a small, smiling mouth.

?You look odd. I?m dreaming.?

?I hope not, ?cuz that would mean I am too!?

?You?re particularly cheery. Most of my dreams aren?t this happy.?

?See? I?m not a dream.?

Garet was tired. The little glob seemed to be making sense.

?Alright, then. Where am I? Why am I on a beach? Where?s the JC Penney?s? Wait, what are you, anyway??

?I?m a digital creature. You?re in the Digital World!?

?Snazzy. Fine little bit of a dream this is turning out to be. I?m Garet.?

?I?m Poyomon! Let?s go!?

?Where??

?What do you mean, where? You want to stay on this beach forever??

Again, the little glob of Jell-o sounded quite logical.

?Lead on, then, Poyomon. Let?s find some cool stuff.?

[Minoshia]

Gale sat comfortable in his bean bag chair, thumbs slamming against the controller os his PS2 paddle. Before him on his High-Definition 64" Television screen, Tony Hawk whirled through a 900 and landed perfectly on his deck below, skating off towards otehr bundles of fun in the form of rails, half pipes, quarter pipes and the occasional box. The small tournament soon ended, and with it Gale's patience with the game. The Teen arose from his chair and walked to the other side of his room, pulling on his 'Ireland' national soccer team silk jacket, the bright green matched his khaki pants. Finishing his outfit, he tucked his Gold rimmed aviator's over his ears, hiding beneath his rather long spikes of crimson hair. Making his way outside, down the stairs of his prep school dorm room.

"Ahh Shit!" Gale took a digger. Tripping over his untied shoelaces, The red haired Irishman fell down the stairs, tumbling over each step, before nailing his head against the hard wooden floor below, the pain soon left, which was odd, and blackness engulfed him.

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"Wake up! Wake up!" A Mysterious voice spoke aloud to Gale, who lifted his head off the moist jungle floor and looked towards the being that was conversing with him.

"What!? What Are you!? Where i am!?" Gale freaked, anything beside his normal prep room was foreign to him since he came to America from Ireland a few months before. And now he was in an environment of the likes he had really never seen. The boy pushed himself back from the small furry animal, no real figure just a head really. Gale's back finally pushed up against the bark of a tree, and he stopped, waiting for the being to reply.

"You're on File Island. In the Digital Universe! I don't know how you got here, But you're here now!"

"Send me Home." Gale replied sternly, his voice countering the cheerfulness of the small creature, who seemed ot be home in this environment.

"You can't" He said smiling. "I'm Viximon. I'll be your friend!" The creature never stopped smiling, Gale had always been brave, but this was the most awkward situation he'd been placed in. The Teen arose from the ground and made his way to his feet, walking aimlessly in the woods.

OOC [File Island, Junle]

[Raditzu]

?That?s bullshit!?

A dull thud just barely caught Jason?s ears. It was hard to hear anything over the roar of people and machines in his favorite arcade. He glanced over to the kid on his right and tried not to snicker. The poor guy. He fell for the same thing everyone around here did. What a waste of two quarters. Not only that, but the match hadn?t even bee a good one. And now he was throwing a fit? Tch? sore loser. Most of them were. So cocky before things started, then bawling like a little girl when they got their asses handed back to them. Oh well, its not like Jason would have to suffer through the temper tantrum much longer. The kid grabbed up his remaining quarters off and stormed off.

?What a punk.? Jason sighed outwardly and looked around the arcade.

Things were pretty slow on weekday nights, but that was hardly a surprise. Unless it was summer vacation, most kids were stuck at home doing chores or homework or something equally boring. Didn?t leave much fodder for Jason. Not only that, but his wallet was starting to run dry. When all the little kids were around, they would usually hands out quarters by the fistful just so they could keep watching Jason play. Jason turned around and resumed the couple matches left of his 1P game, but that didn?t last long. The AI was a joke and beating the end boss required little more than standing in the corner and throwing fireballs. Bells and buzzers and noises went off as ?Shinku Tatsumaki Senpuukyaku? flashed across the screen and the boss evaporated in a flood of pretty colors and flashing lights.

?And that?s that??

Jason turned away from the machine and started to walk away. Just as he was about to reach the door, a voice caught him. Though he didn?t notice it at the time, the voice cut through the din of machines and people effortlessly. Jason could make out the words as though he was thinking them himself. He turned back towards the machine he had just left to see a man standing next to it. He beckoned at Jason and, for whatever reason, the teen obeyed. Jason was surprised that he hadn?t noticed the man earlier. Though there was nothing particularly outstanding about him, he was a lot older than most of the arcade?s usual patrons. The man?s intent soon became clear.

?You?re not half bad, kid.? He reached into his pocket and slapped a quarter on the desk of the arcade console. A clear sign of a challenge.

?Yeah? thanks.? Jason reached into his pocket. He only had two quarters left; enough for one game. ?Look? I was just heading home.?

?Just one game. You?re the only one around here that looks to be any good.?

?Again, thanks, but its getting kinda late.? Jason turned back towards the door.

?Ok, ok. How about we make it more than just a friendly game, then?? The man pulled something from his pocket and set it next to his quarter on the arcade machine. Jason walked back to the machine and inspected the device. With a small screen and a couple of buttons, Jason had absolutely no idea what it was. If nothing else, he could probably sell it to some middle schooler for a few bucks.

?And if you win?? Jason set the device back down on the arcade cabinet.

?Then I win. I?m just looking for a good game.?

Fishy, to say the least, but Jason got over. He slid his last two quarters into the machine and hit start. With a smile then man followed suit. As soon as the match start Jason knew he was in for quite the battle. It had been a long, long while since he had played against anyone with any real skill, let alone skill to put give Jason a run for his money. Fireballs abound as the two went through three consecutive double-KOs. Jason managed to barely squeek by with a win to seal the deal. As the match ended the man turned to Jason and smiled.

?Quite an enjoyable match, young man.? He picked the small device off of the cabinet and handed it to Jason.

?No kidding. You?re way better than most of the kids around here.? As Jason took the device, a small tingle coursed through his fingertips; it went ignored.

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Jason?s walk home was something he always dreaded. He usually lost track of time and wound up walking home in the middle of the night. He wouldn?t calm himself scared, but what kid enjoyed being on the streets by themselves during the night? Not many that Jason knew. His pace quickened as he neared an alley he used as a shortcut. As he turned to walk between the buildings, the street light behind him went out. Not surprising, since most of the area was in need of something more than a facelift.

His pace quickened even further as he stepped into the alleyway. He found himself shrouded completely in darkness. Not even the opening of the alleyway could be seen in front of him. Before he knew it, Jason had broken out in a run. Now matter how quickly he moved, though, he didn?t reach the end of the alley. The only thing before him was darkness, an unending corridor of black. Needless to say, the poor kid was something less than comforted by this bizarre turn of events. He turned around to head back out to the street, but there was nothing. No matter which way he turned, he was greeted only by darkness. There was were no cars driving by, no sounds of people walking down the streets? nothing. Jason started running once again, but his foot caught something. At full tilt, the teenager crashed into the ground.

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?Oh? bloody hell?? Jason tried to pull himself up off of the ground as consciousness slowly retook him. The pounding in his head, however, was reason enough to stay right where he was.

?Hey? are you ok?? A voice came from somewhere behind him. Someone must have seen him lying in the alley.

?I? uh? headache,? was as much as Jason could muster. He tried to open his eyes, but light shot another burst of pain through his head. How long had he been out? That wasn?t just some streetlight.

?You took quite a fall.?

?Eh?? Jason tried to turn to see who was talking, but the light, once again, made opening his eyes something less than desirable. ?You saw me fall.?

?Hard not to see someone fall when you?re what they trip over.?

?Oh? sorry.? Just great. Some bum sleeping in the middle of an alleyway. What did they expect?

?Don?t worry about it. Still, you should probably try to, like, move or something.?

?Yeah?? Jason felt the person nudging his side. He must be taking up their sleeping spot or something, cause they really wanted him out of there. ?Ok, ok, I?m going.?

As Jason, very painfully, pulled himself to his feet and slowly opened his eyes. The world around him was blurry, at best, but something definitely did not seem right. He rubbed the blur from his vision and was met with quite a shock. He most definitely was not in the middle of some downtown alley. He turned to ask whoever had woken him up where he was, but didn?t see anyone. Now he was really freaking out.

?Where the hell am I?? Jason meant to just mutter to himself, but the voice quickly answered his question.

?You?re on File Island.? Movement caught Jason?s eye. He looked down to see what looked like a giant, furry work with a mane. ?I?m Friimon.? Jason shrieked like a little girl.

[Zarbon]

In the parking lot, all was still. It was night time in the middle of July, so this was rather surprising. Normally kids would be in and out, getting Slurpees, not giving a fuck about life, just laughing away as cashier rang them up, took their money, and gave them change, going in an endless cycle until he or she got off. That was Matsuo Shun?s job at the local 7-Eleven, and for once, he was glad to be working. Glad that he didn?t have to do as much as usual, even if it seemed a bit irregular.

He was just getting off work, just slamming the door of the ?Employees Only? area and moving into the alley, with his uniform still on. He placed the pay check he got for this month into his pocket and quickly rushing away into the black night, not bothering to notice anything or examine it, as he was in deep thought. Tonight was the anniversary of something highly important. Something that had affected his life and set it on the course he was currently on. Digging into his pocket, Matsuo produced a small locket. He flicked it open.

There was a face of an old woman with a worn face. A face so very familiar.

The boy sat on a red leather chair with a metal frame in the middle of a hospital waiting room. He stared out towards the emergency room doors, watching as doctors streamed in and out continuously, going about their business. Beside the boy was a grown man. He seemed to be in his forties, with grey starting to form amongst the black hairs on his head. He had a resemblance to the boy beside him. He stared as well, gripping his knee from the constant silence of the room.

Soon enough, a doctor broke through the doors, standing out from the others. His face was grim and seemed to bearing a great burden. He approached the boy and the man, his head held low.

?I?m sorry sir. But?she?s gone.? The doctor said seldomly. The man stared blankly into the air.

Matsuo snapped the locket shut and stuffed it back in his pocket, not bothering to care anymore. He didn?t even know her. He was far too young to have even remembered. He trudged on, using sidewalk to make his way up to the main road. Matsuo began to walk along it, taking short steps taking no notice of those who walked amongst him. He went like this for awhile until he came to a restaurant.

It was a simple Chinese food place at street corner just down the street from where he worked. He went here as he couldn?t cook anything. Period. Matsuo walked in, hearing the little bell chime above his head as he entered into to this massive cultural atmosphere. One not even his own. He approached the counter and smiled at the cashier.

?Matsuo!? The man shouted joyfully with an obvious accent. ?Just a moment, we have your noodles ready for you already.? He nodded happily and soon enough, another man came from the back room, beyond the tables of the people out for a night on the town. He passed the bag to Matsuo, and then returned from whence he came.

?Thanks a lot?? Matsuo said in his usual hoarse voice as he got out his wallet and paid the man before walking out, back down the streets, for a little while, still not talking to anyone. He was always like that: never caring for anyone else. Just moving forward.

After a bit longer, Matsuo arrived at his new destination: an apartment complex. The place he called home. He went inside and took the elevator to the floor with his room on it. He rushed to his room from there, opening the door and walking into a warming atmosphere. Well, it was to him at least. There was a fancy computer with a nice desk, but from there it went down hill. A crappy kitchen, bedroom out of order, clothes everywhere. Typical college room atmosphere, which made Matsuo love it. He sat down at his computer and booted it up.

The boy sat at his computer desk in his bedroom, now far more grown up then he was before. A teenager in all attributes. He sat, surfing this fresh new thing, he called the web, until he came across something.

?What?a MUD?? Curiously, the boy dug in farther. ?How to program a MUD??

Matsuo always remembered his days as a MUD programmer whenever he booted up his computer. He couldn?t remember why he loved it, but he just did. That?s what he was taking in College. A course on programming in Visual Basic. Him, gaming and programming on his computer took away the pain of what happened so long ago.

He quickly opened a couple of programs and went about his regular business of doing his homework, chatting on AIM, maybe getting in a quick game of Counter-Strike in, until he noticed something odd which occurred about an hour into his normal routine.

As Matsuo rose to get a drink from his fridge, he spotted it. A light coming from under a pile of clothes. He adjusted his glasses to make sure he was seeing straight, and then curiosity got the best of him. What could that be? An old computer part reflecting light from the screen? Too bright for that. He dug into the heap and revealed a small device.

?What the hell is this?? Matsuo inquired to no one in particular, but there was one thing he knew, it had a bright screen. ?Must be some little MP3 player or something?? Suddenly, on the screen, a little creature appeared, a ball of fire floating around, just moving around.

?A virtual pet? I don?t ha-? Matsuo couldn?t finish his sentence, as he was overcome by the light from the device. He blinked once to see white all around him, then once again, to find himself?

Above a waterfall.

He fell all the way down, screaming as he went, until he hit the water, nearly drowning from the force of the water pushing him under. He pushed his way to surface and swim furiously to the shore, gasping for breath. He crawled out, coughing out some liquid before looking up to see the same ball of flame on his screen!

?Hello Matsuo! Welcome to the Digital World!?

OOC: Ugh, no name variety. Oh well.

File Island, near a waterfall.

[The Not Cool Not Tapion]

A hand wearily raisied to the light colored eyebrow to move away straggling blonde hairs from green eyes. A teenage pressed his right index finger now, allowing a clicking sound to break the silence besides the hum of a computer in the darkened room. The only light came from the screen, as it lit up the entired bedroom and casted a grand dark shadow behind the young man sitting in his computer chair. A smile formed on his lips as he read the posts on the forum of his favorite anime website.

The pointer clicked the banner to return to the main page to the forum, his eyes followed the mouse as it hovered over the words "Chubbs DBZ RPG". Lines formed in the boys forehead and between his eyes in frustration.

"Logged out? What do you mean logged out?" The boy asked to nobody in particular, just speaking aloud.

Thinking it was some kind of glitch he typed in his username and password and click the log in button. The screen seemed to go fuzzy, the boy was confused. His eyelids felt heavy and then he collapsed, fainting as the monitor maintained it's fuzzy visual.

---------------------------------------------------

Something jumped on the lean boy's chest and hopped several times.

"Hello? Hello? Wake up!" The voice was very wimpy. But the creature...was even more wimpy.

Eyelids opened up to reveal green eyes which instantly went wide as the boy stared at the pink round creature on his chest. He was in a forest of some kind. As he sat up he hurridly shoved the creature off of him.

"What are you!?"

The blob hesitated and accepted what happened as though it were okay, "It's okay, I forgive you for that. I'm Upamon! I'm a digimon here in the Digital World. I've been waiting for you, what's your name?"

"Jaide..." was the star-struck reply, "Digital World? Upa-what? What the hell is going on?"

That's when Jaide had realized the uncomfortable pain in his back, he rubbed his back thinking it was from a rock but when he felt the ground he found a device with a monitor, "What's this?"

"That's your digivice."

"My what?"

"Let me explain..."

OOC: Server foo

[Bra]

8,000... 8,100... 8,200... 8,300... shift!!

Dietrich was focused only on the road as he screamed through traffic, desperately trying to stay one step ahead of the competition. The Autobahn had often been cited as the greatest roadway in the world, but no matter how safe a traffic vein could be, nothing was safe when you raced by at 150 miles per hour and continued to accelerate.

The teen's silver Porsche Carrera GT - paid for by his father - roared with all 605 horsepower completely unleashed as it tore past the other commuters with reckless abandon.

The other car, a Corvette Z06, stayed only inches behind him as he zigzagged his way through holes in traffic in order to continue his dizzying quest for 'two bills'. The hellish roar of the Chevy's V-8 motor rumbled over the din of Dietrich's own V-10 as the nose of the banana yellow Corvette drew closer and closer to the rear of the young German's vehicle.

Shit!

Dietrich had never met such stiff competition to come out of the group he spent most of his time with. Despite that, though, the boy racer had his pride. He couldn't lose without taking an enormous hit to his ego; he had arrogantly placed over five hundred euros on this competition.

Slamming up into the next gear, the blond youth pressed the gas to the floor, eliciting a vicious chirp from the rear tires as they fought to maintain traction with the road.

The vehicle was nothing short of gorgeous as it bounded down the highway, rocketing past the 180-mile mark. Despite his dizzying acceleration, the Corvette was right there behind him, refusing to fall behind.

Dietrich let out a vicious growl, snapping into another lane without any difficulty, despite his harrowing rate of speed. His gauges slipped past 190 mph and he kept going. His palms became sweaty as he squeezed the wheels hard enough to make his knuckles go white. He'd never been up to this speed before.

193... 194... 195... 196...

Finally, two lanes were available, and the Corvette made it's move, leaping out from behind the German boy. Wide-eyed with surprise, Dietrich leaned into his steering wheel, as if it would somehow make his car faster. His growl quickly turned into a whine as the yellow car inched forward, slowly making it's way past him.

TWO HUNDRED!! Fuck, give up!!

The two supercars were now door-to-door, each one screaming in contempt. Dietrich cursed in his native tongue as his opponent crept forward, steadily pulling away to put a few car lengths ahead of the boy. He grumbled, knowing he had lost, but hesitated to take his foot off the pedal.

That is... until flashes of electricity snapped around his Porsche and reality began to distort. In a fit of shock, Dietrich planted his foot on the brake; an enormous mistake at such a high speed. The rear tires broke loose, creating a harrowing situation for the young streetracer as he began to fishtail at speeds above 140 miles per hour.

And then, in a flash, he and his car disappeared completely.

"Aagh!!" he screamed as he suddenly found himself flying over rough terrain, careening headlong toward a forest. Dietrich bounced painfully in his seat as the vehicle agonizingly navigated the grassy plains. With his foot still planted on the brakes, the young German suddenly realized he couldn't possibly stop in time. Bracing himself for the inevitable, he squeezed his eyes shut as the tree flew toward him. One last look at the gauges; 104 miles per hour. He was going to die.

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Dietrich awoke to the smell of burning plastic and an incredible headache. Putting his head in his hands, he groaned loudly, before opening his eyes to the most horrifying scene in his life. His car had been obliterated! His father would kill him! The airbags had been deployed, and now hung, deflated, from their compartments.

"Fuck..." he moaned upon realizing his door wouldn't open. He tried his windows, but apparently the battery had died. There was no response. "Well... the car's fucked anyway..."

He reached over, unlatching the glovebox before removing his form of insurance; an old-fashioned revolver. To his surprise, a strange object tumbled out onto the passenger seat. Some sort of child's toy, it looked like. He pocketed it, and then, with a powerful blow, Dietrich brought the butt of his pistol against the glass, causing it to explode outward, showering the ground beneath.

Slipping the gun into his pocket, the young blond hauled himself out of his car through the window. The teen took a few steps before turning around to observe his situation.

It was hopeless.

The entire front end had been sheared in two, and wrapped around a tree. His windshield was opaque with cracks, and the entire frame of the car had bent to a frightening degree toward the right, leaving the car in some kind of sadistic 'V' shape. His door had been crumpled beneath a body panel, which explained why it hadn't opened, and one of the front wheels had been torn from the car, along with the entire brake assembly. Smoke rose from the engine bay, and several fluids intermingled on the dirt and grass beneath the car.

"What the hell happened?" he wondered aloud, looking all about himself, unable to find signs of civilization in any direction. "Where the hell am I?"

"The Digital World, of course!" came a high-pitched voice.

"What?! Who said that?? Where are you?!"

"Right here!" a fireball zoomed out from underneath Dietrich's obliterated car, before moving up and toward the German. It smiled.

"W-What the fuck?! Get away!!" the teen demanded, withdrawing his revolver and training it on the living flame. "I'm not afraid! I'll shoot!!"

"Shoot what? Is this a game?" the creature inquired.

Without thinking twice, Dietrich pulled the trigger. Click!!

"What?!"

He cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger once again. Click!! Click!! Click!! Click!! With a wild expression of fear, the boy racer pulled the hammer back one last time. Click!!

"Empty!!" he exclaimed, before recalling his necklace. Dietrich reached into his shirt and tore his jewelry from around his neck. When he was 17, he had fashioned a gold chain which attached to a live .45 round. He never thought he would actually use it. Flicking the chamber out from his Colt, he slipped the bullet in before slapping the chamber back into the gun, spinning it against his arm.

"My name's DemiMeramon! I'm your friend!!" exclaimed the firey creature.

"...My friend?"

"Yep. Consider me your guide."

"My guide, huh? Where did you say I was?"

"The Digital World."

"Bullshit."

"No, I don't think there are any cows here. You got transported to our world. I don't know why, but it's been happening a lot lately." DemiMeramon answered.

"...Uh huh. I don't suppose you know how to get back to Berlin, huh?"

"Berlin?"

"Nevermind..." Dietrich sighed, lowering his gun to his side.

OOC: Directory, yo.

[Android-18]

The annoying trill of the school bell went off in all directions. It was an automatic signal, students shot up from their seat even when their teacher was caught in the middle of an important message. Screw them, it was time to go, they could only hold them for so long. The moment that alarm went off they were free to do what they pleased. Many students filtered toward the back of the school, it was obvious as to why. The smell of smoke was heavy there, even though they stood in the frigid November cold, the sneaky tendrils of smoke still slipped in through the large metal doors they stood in front of. Of course the non-smokers complained many times, saying ?Second hand smoke is going to kill is!? and trying to get petitions signed to crack down on student smoking areas. Sure it was a bad habit, and maybe it was bad for the non-smokers, but this was their territory and no one was going to take it away.

Most of the kids doing it were either cool or trying to be cool. It?s the common click clich?, every High school had one. There were the punks, Goths, preps, jocks, geeks, ?cool? people, and yes there was always that wandering group of ?ordinary? people. They were the ones who had no group, or no place. It was a vicious world, if you had no friends or no group to fit into, you either joined the other ordinary students or try to fit into a group. Cool people had a nose for posers, it was in their nature. Sometimes they?d even take in a poser, like some kind of pet. It was kind of disgusting.

?Five more minuets until break is over, I don?t want to be late again.? her friend stabbed her cigarette against the cold cement wall. Its hot ash became obliterated and the lipstick stained butt fell to the icy ground.

?You know, I don?t think you get it yet, do you?? she said and began to apply new lipstick. ?You gotta chill out, so what if you?re late, it won?t kill you.? she wasn?t even looking at her; her big pretty eyes were caught staring into the small mirror she carried in her purse.

?If it doesn?t this will?? Terra tossed the half used cigarette onto the ground. A small part of her knew that it was wrong, but she didn?t want to go back to her old self. So many days she had watched these people and their smoking, wished she could stand and laugh with them. It had only been a few weeks ago when her friend, Raven, had come to her and taken her in like a lost child. Why? She still didn?t know. This was her last year in High school; she wanted to graduate as someone that was cool, not someone who was a loser. ?I?ll see you tomorrow, Rave, I have stuff to do tonight.? she made to open the large metal door.

?You aren?t still going to that-that thing are you?? she cocked her head and gave her a disapproving look.

?I?ve been planning to go since before I met you, it may not be cool, but I?m not going to change plans because I joined this group.? she was ready to defend her case, put up her dukes, but Raven just laughed.

?Just don?t mention it to Robby, he likes you, and I think if you told him he?d change his mind about you being Girlfriend material.? she shook her head, but a smug smile was on her lips.

?Whatever.? Terra, distraught, went into the building. Not even her long sleeved shirt and jeans could keep her warm long enough. Maybe Raven was right, but this was something she wanted to do, even if it was kind of geeky. Maybe she should have gone to the geek group?Nah.

The whole day was as dull as every other day. The last bell sounded and like robots the teenagers leapt from their seats and rushed to leave their daytime prison. Terra always hated the end of the day; the bus was always packed and made her nauseous. Reluctantly she entered the stinky vehicle and rode it al the way home, home being about fifteen minuets away, and there was no seat in sight. Her feet hurt by the time she made it to her stop. Why couldn?t life be like in Television, or movies? Life was a drag.

?Is that you Terra?? the sound of her mothers voice came from above the front stairs. Terra rolled her eyes and shrugged her pack off; it hit the ground with a dull thud. ?Don?t leave your pack down there again; I almost broke my neck yesterday when I was going downstairs.? grudgingly she took off her shoes and bent over to pick up the heavy bag. She trudged up the stairs and followed the scent of food toward the kitchen. Ah, it was nice to come home to a good meal, she had skipped lunch.

Immediately Terra retreated to her room and tossed her bag onto her bed. She plopped down into her computer chair and jabbed her fingers onto the keyboard. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the silhouette of her mother at the door.

?You use that thing too much, I swear you?re going to get carpel tunnel or something.? complain, complain. ?You?re still going to that thing today?? Terra nodded in response, her eyes were glued to her computer screen. ?Well you can change after supper?you know it?d be nice if you actually looked at me when I?m talking.? she set her hands on her hips.

?Mom I?m busy, I have to check on stuff in my game, I want to get all my stuff done before I have to go. You?re distracting me.? not even glancing away, Terra picked up her controller. Her mother sighed and left, hoping it was just a ?stage?.

?No, no way, you are not going like that Terra.? her mother shook her head as she looked at her daughters outfit.

?Mom! Come on, it?s an Anime Convention, the first one to even come to this city. I bought this weeks ago, I?m wearing it and you can?t stop me.? with her fists tight at her sides the angry teen stood her ground.

?Then you can find your own ride, because I won?t let any daughter of mine go out looking like a whore.? that struck a nerve.

?Fuck you! Oh my God I hate you; you never let me do things my way. I?m 18 now and you still treat me like I?m a baby!? her body shook, it was so unfair. ?I wish I wasn?t here, I wish I could live in my games and Anime, it?d be better than being your whore of a daughter.? her mother was speechless, but that didn?t matter. Terra whirled around and stormed into her room. She slammed her door, locked it, and then proceeded to beat the shit out of it.

She had only just turned 18, but that didn?t matter, how could she do that to her? She wasn?t a whore, and she didn?t look like one. Everyone would be dressed in consumes and outfits like this one. She didn?t understand, she was too old to understand.

Terra sat down at her computer and began angrily typing a message to her friends on one of the many forums she was a part of. Fuck her, that stupid bitch, she wouldn?t get her way. So many times she had wished to be a part of her games and anime shows, real life was too hard, she couldn?t take it anymore. She had gone through her depressive stage, she had done the suicide act, and nothing seemed to matter. She was older now; the thought of killing herself was less prominent, but the thought of running away was high on her list.

Grabbing a backpack she began to stuff in some important things. As she filling her bag she grumbled under her breath, F bombs fell in every direction. When the sight was clear she snuck out of her room and snuck some money from her Mom?s purse, and she also grabbed some chips and canned soda. They probably wouldn?t even notice she had left, they probably wouldn?t care. As she tiptoed back to her room she paused in front of her door, her ears picked up the sound of crying. Munchies still in hand she moved a little closer to the living room, she could hear her mother crying and talking. Was she on the phone?

?I don?t know what to do anymore, ever since her father died she?s been so hostile?I love her so much, but maybe it would be best if I took your suggestion?? there was a pause. ?Well, it would be better for her, I think she?s started smoking too?I?m always missing one or two from my pack.? another pause. Terra?s fingers tightened on one of the soda cans. ?Yeah, I know that, but it?s worth the money, she might learn something.? Terra took a half step back. ?St. Mary?s boarding school, is it? I?ll need the number. You?re sure it?s helped your daughter? I remember little Lisa used to be such a sweet girl?it?d be nice to see how well that school has done for her.? that was all she needed to hear. One of the soda cans slipped from her grip and fell to the floor. ?What was that?? Shit. She picked up the can and dashed to her room.

Her Mom called her name but she was oblivious. She stuffed the money and food into her pack and put it onto her back. She had never known what had happened to Lisa, they had been friends. Sure she had been a little?whacky, but she was just another teenager. Screw that, she would not go to a boarding school; she won?t let her Mom ruin her life. Terra felt her heart racing, there was a knocking at her door, and the room seemed to be spinning around. She was panicking, not good. Her eyes caught the computer screen and things seemed to slow down around her. When had she booted up her game?

The screen was alight with a beautiful winter landscape. Soft snow fell down onto the white ground, and the sky was dark and filled with stars. She was awed; it was an area she did not recognize. She leaned closer to the screen, it looked so lifelike. Where had this game come from? At the bottom she could see small text scrolling upward. What did it say? She moved closer, closer, it was still too small. With trembling fingers she reached toward her monitor, and to her surprise the tips of her fingers went right through. She tried to pull her hand out but it would not budge. ?What the fuck?!? she cried, she felt a pulling on her hand, she was being sucked in. ?What kind of game is this!?? she grew hysteric and tried to pull away but it was no good. Soon she was fully consumed by the computer, and she did cry for help, but it was too late. The world swam around her; she seemed to fall for a long time until she fainted from the shock.

Her eyes fluttered for a moment. The darkness became less, but her head hurt like she had been hit with a rock. Where was she? What the hell had happened? Terra widened her eyes and stared up at the sky. It was night time, but she was beginning to see the signs of dawn farther along. Had she already gone outside? She remembered her plan to run away, but this didn?t feel right. She sat up and set one hand against her brow. The cold snow beneath her was making her uncomfortable. She felt dazed and disorientated, but that didn?t stop her from realizing there was something in her lap. She looked down at it, it took a few moments to sink in. She screamed and stood up causing the strange thing to fall into the snow, along with a device Terra had never seen before.

It opened its eyes and gave one of the cutest yawns the teen had ever seen. It looked up at her, like a baby kitten, but she would not let down her guard. ?What the hell are you??

?Terra! You were warm, why did you drop me?? it said, its large eyes began to fill with tears. A storm was about to brew and Terra didn?t feel like hearing the cries of a baby. She knelt down, purely instinct; it did look like a baby didn?t it?

?Don?t cry, I didn?t mean to offend you, but I have no idea what you are or why I?m here.? she stayed away from it, but was now on its level.

?I am your partner, friend, companion, buddy-

?Yeah, I get it.? it now looked happy and cute.

?I am Snowbotamon, I?ve been waiting for you.? it was sickeningly cute, it?s voice was high pitched and sugary. Terra lifted a hand and moved it toward the creature; with her index finger she poked its white furry body. It was real, and alive, and kind of soft. It was only the size of her hand, but good lord it was cute. Terra picked up the device beside the creature. It was white and blue and resembled some kind of mini gameboy. She glanced down at the little thing; it had moved closer and was nuzzling her knee. Was it cold?

?Where am I Snowbotamon?? she asked and scooped up her new friend.

?This is the Digital World, I am your Digimon.? it smiled up at her with its cute face.

?How did I get here? What if I want to go back? Why were you waiting for me?? so many questions, and all of them it could not answer.

?All I know is I was meant to wait for you, and I knew who you were, and now you are here, so now I will protect you, you are my friend.? it spoke fast and with no pauses, perhaps it was a baby.

Terra groaned, this had to be a dream. ?Where am I in this ?Digital World???

?This is File Island! Isn?t it great?? it giggled sweetly.

?Oh yeah, a real hot spot.? Terra sarcastically replied. ?I don?t think I?m in Kansas anymore Todo.? it looked at her questioningly. ?Nevermind.? Terra sighed; this was going to be a long day.

OOC: Snow region of File Island. Sorry it?s long, I got carried away. Time for work!

[Amadeus]

It was a cold January day. The weather was dull and grey as everybody rushed through the snow covering the ground to reach their destinations, trying to get away from the cold.
Well, not everybody. Tom sat on a snow-cleared bench, a laptop shining from his lap. The cold did not disturb him at all. He was much more resillient to cold then other people. Infact, he liked to take walks in cold weather. He thought they gave a person a lot to think about.
Tom stopped his fast typing and leaned back. By looks, he was preety much an ordinary teenager with his short golden hair, sky blue eyes and ordinary clothing. The only physical thing that was unusual about him was that he was extremely thin.
The boy took a glace at the concrete path which layed right in front of him. A group of girls was walking on it and where passing him, dressed in warm clothing of pink and violet color. When they noticed him, one of them whispered to the other two. Allthough Tom could not make out what they were saying, the words "weird guy" reached his earshot. As they were walking away from him, Phoenix sighed. He was quiet unpopular with the people of his age. The fact that he was quiet intelligent and a computer genius made them reffer to him as a "geek". Allthough the girls found him cute, they did not like how asocial he was. The fact that he was a scout did not contribute positivly to the situation at all.
He looked at his work on the screen. He decided that he wrote enough for now and would countinue later. With that, he pulled the upper half of the device down to the other. He got onto his feet, put on his gloves (gloves disturbed him while typing) and grabbed the portable computer. It was time he returned to his room, the room in a student home which was his home ever since he left the orphanage.
Tom began his journey down the path which was based next to a frozen pond. He fixed his gloves as he always didnt pull them back enough. But as he did so, he made an uncareful step on the ice. He fought to regain his balance until he finnaly slipped and fell into the pond. Allthough he was preety light, his bodyweight was enough to break through the thin lair of ice. Immediatly he felt the icy cold water on his skin. By all logic, he should have stopped falling deeper and to return to the surface. But he did not. He kept fallling..............falling................fallling...............

Thomas began to slowly regain his consciousness. He had come to realise strange things. For one, his clothing was completely dry. It was impossible for clothing to dry up so fast in cold weather. For another, the temperature was higher allthough it was still cold. Slowly, his eyes flickered open. Wherever he was, it was definitly not Toronto. He was lying on ground consisted of stone. A weak fog surrounded him with a forest and a mountain peering out of it. As he pondered where he was, something entered his area of view right in front of his face. It was a small creature, something he had never seen before. It had small beady eyes, tiny legs and a pair of antenna-like ears. A pair of small sharp teeth peered out of its mouth.
Joy shined in its eyes as a soft weak voice spoke out:

"Its you! Youve come! Youve finnaly come!"

Phoenix then realized the voice was coming from the creature in front of him. He looked at it in amazement. Not even the best trained parrot could talk so civilisingly. Tom focused and tried to find appropriate words:

"Erm...wha....I mean who are you?"

"I am Tokomon and I am your Digimon partner. Ive been waiting for you my whole life."

"Digimon? What are Digimon?"

"Digimon are creatures like me.......but thats all I know."

The slightly pink thing tried to hide its face behind the two tiny front legs as if it felt ashamed for not knowing much. But the human was too stunned to realise this and countinued to question.

"Where am I?"

Noticing that he was not angry, the creature happily jumped back to its feet and awnsered:

"You are in the Digital World, on File Island."

"File Island? Digital World?"

As he kept wondering on these things, he felt something in his hand. He inspected it. It was a small device with an even smaller screen on it.

"What is this?"

"I dont know......all I know is that its called a Digivice."

Noticing that the creature was preety confused as well, the boy kept wondering. Was he dreaming? Was any of this actually real?.......What is going on?

OOC: File island at the basis of Mount Infinity

[Celipa]

?No thanks, I couldn?t eat another bite,? muttered Kiro in his sleep.

?What?re you talking about? Get up!? commanded the boy?s mother, grabbing his shoulders and shaking.

Kiro?s eyes flickered slowly open, and the teen sat up. His mother let out a sigh and left the room. Kiro let out a groan, as he realized that it was time for another day of school. Rolling over, the black haired teen fell out of his bed.

?Damn,? muttered Kiro.

Standing up, the exhausted youth trundled lazily towards the bathroom. With a slam of the door, and a turn of the bathtub?s hot knob, Kiro was in the shower. The teen?s eyes drooped as he lazily lathered shampoo into his hair. Slowly, Kiro reached for the soap. As his hand crept forward, his eyes crept shut. Kiro fell forward in his shower, hitting the bottom with a loud crash.

~-~

?No thanks, I couldn?t eat another bite,? muttered Kiro once more.

?What? What?re you talking about?? came a squeaky voice.

Kiro?s eyes snapped open. With a loud yell, the teen leapt backwards. In front of him, there was a small blob-like creature, with an odd looking flower coming out of the top of its head.

?Who?re you?? Kiro asked, his voice faltering slightly.

?I?m Yokomon! I?ll be your partner!? replied the creature. ?You see, I?m a digimon. I live here, in the digital world. I?ve been waiting for my human partner to come.?

?I?m your partner?? uttered Kiro, who was a little puzzled.

The creature nodded, and then nudged a device forth, towards Kiro. The jet haired teen scooped up the device, and looked down upon it.

?This is mine?? inquired the youth.

?It?s your digivice!? squeaked Yokomon excitedly.

Kiro slipped the digivice into his pocket, and stretched out his tired limbs.

?Oh, I found this for you while you were asleep,? uttered Yokomon.

Yokomon nodded over towards a backpack, which Kiro then scooped up. Slinging the pack over his shoulder, Kiro scooped up Yokomon and placed him in the backpack.

?I think I?m going to like this place,? grinned Kiro.

OOC: Server continent, tropical forest type area.

[The Terminator]

Alan sat in front of his slightly outdated computer in the corner of his small bedroom, tipping back in his rickedy wooden chair. The animated cartoon characters on his screen conversed loudly, a low chuckle coming from the teen's mouth.

"Trogdoooooooor!" The small man in the crimson mask on his screen wailed, background music blaring.

Alan chuckled again, always enjoying the antics of the shirtless character. His laughter stopped abruptly however, as the window suddenly disappeared.

"What the fuck?" The teen swore aloud, sufficiently annoyed at how retarded his computer was currently acting. Sighing, he scrolled down the page that was left open, seeing no new posts in the thread. Clicking the page header, the main page opened. A second later, the current page evaporated, leaving the wallpaper and icons as his new backdrop. Now he had successfully gone from annoyed to pissed off, slapping the side of the monitor hard and cursing loudly. Moving the mouse to the large 'e', he double clicked and waited for the internet to pop back up.

Alarmingly, the page did not come up. In it's place was a medium sized box, blank. That soon changed however, a strange image popping up inside the box. What appeared to be a small animated lizard peered interestedly at Alan, tilting it's head to one side as if it could actually see him.

"Shit...a virus." Alan looked for the 'X' in the corner of the box which he usually used to close programs. This time, it was missing. Slightly worried, Alan sighed wearily as he reached for the keys. He held the 'CTRL' and 'ALT' keys and struck the 'Delete' key, waiting for the Windows Task Manager to pop up. Not only did it not pop up, the creature on the screen seemed to enjoy his actions, giggling and moving closed to the screen until his head filled the entire screen, two large brown eyes looking around.

Backing up, Alan moved toward the door. He gripped the knob, ready to fling it open and call for his father, the resident computer genius. He was about to turn the knob when he looked behind him and saw the monitor turn to face the door, the creature now outside of the box, bounding around the screen. Presently, the creature stopped it's movements, turning to look at Alan. It smiled cutely as the screen began to glow, casting blue light throughout the room. The teen let out a small gasp as the light brightened, blinding him.

- - - - -

Rubbing the pain from his eyes, Alan looked around at what used to be his room. Lush green plants surrounded him, the trees too dense to see past. The teen sat in a small clearing, a large rock about ten feet from him. Standing. he dusted himself off and looked around.

Where the hell am I?

Confused, he approached the rock. Upon it sat a small device, it looked bean shaped almost, almost like a Gameboy that had been melted into a different shape. A small blank screen displaying nothing. Picking the object up, it seemed to perfectly fit his palm, black plasticy material seemingly forming grips on the sides. He pocketed the item, not knowing for sure whether it was a good idea. To his left he saw a path through the trees, deciding to take the path. He hoped it would lead home, as he had homework due and he hadn't started it yet.

A minute or two of wandering aimlessly down the path seemed to get him nowhere in this wilderness, though he felt he should continue farther down the path. Presently, a beeping from his pocket alerted him just seconds before the leaves to the left of him rustled. Turning toward the sound, he ignored the beeping. His heart raced, scenes from various horror movies playing in his mind.

"Hey!" A high-pitched voice came from between the trees. A small blue creature leapt from the area, latching onto Alan's leg.

Alan yelped rather girlishly, shaking his leg to remove the cling-on. This thing looked exactly like the thing from his desktop, the virus. The creature appeared to be a small reptile, though it looked more like a stuffed animal than a lizard. It had rediculously short limbs and an overly large head and torso, giving it the look of infancy. Whatever new species of animal it was, it was still in it's youth.

"Hey, I know you!" The creature yelled happily, still clinging to Alan's leg. "I saw you before, through the digivice!"

"Digivice? What? How can you talk? Where am I? What are you?" Questions poured from his mouth as he finally pulled the creature from his leg.

"My name is DemiVeemon and I'm a Digimon! I've been waiting for you ever since I was born!" The reptillian spouted, jumping up and down happily. "Is that the Digivice?" The creature asked, pointing it's small hand at the bulge in Alan's pocket, obviously aware of the continuous beeping.

Alan pulled out the 'Digivice' and looked at it, the beeping finally stopping as he depressed largest button located in the center.

"You do have the digivice!" DemiVeemon again leapt onto his leg, clinging onto his jeans. "Welcome to the Digital World, partner!"

"What? I'm your...partner? But, how?" Though a few of his questions had been answered, the teen was still completely confused.

"Since you have a digivice, I'm your new partner! I'll protect you while you are in the Digital World!" DemiVeemon said, letting go of his leg and smiling innocently.

Alan sighed, still not sure of what was going on.


(OOC: The Continent of Server , Foresty place.)

[Violet]

The girl with the brown braids walked up to the window of the pet shop. Inside, she could see the many creatures trotting around in their crates, some having been specially bred, others, picked up off the street, saved from the grizzly world outside. That is the kind she would pick. The castaway creatures all needed some love, and she was sure to give it.

Walking into the store, the chime of the door sounding behind her alerted the only employee on duty for the day.

The pert young woman with glasses greeted Aurora warmy. "Welcome to our pet shop!" She said with a smile.

"I was wondering, can I look around and see what I want?" She asked the employee with an equal smile.

The other woman nodded and went back to the register. Aurora wandered around the shop, wondering which of the cute creatures she would take home with her. A small, furry yellow creature poked its head up from the side of a crate, its big blue eyes just beaconing her to come and pick it.

"Pick me!!" the tiny voice rang in exuberance. This was quite odd...pets didn't talk.

Curious, and a little wary, Aurora edged up to the crate. The tiny cat like animal wasn't a cat at all. It was...it was a...digimon? "How the hell did a digimon end up in here?" She wondered, a little too loudly.

The employee heard her rambling and came rushing over to assist. "Excuse me?"

"I said," Aurora grimaced. "What...is a digimon..doing in here?"

The blonde woman looked down at the creature in question, and returned yet another of her sickly sweet smiles. "Oh, this one was left out in an alley. We just got her in yesterday."

"Well, that is nice. I want her." Aurora said, not even looking at the woman, but the tiny digimon in the crate, looking at her with its rediculously glassy eyes. She bent down and took the digimon in her arms and hugged it. "Don't worry, lil girl, it'll be alright. I will take care of you."

After paying for the digimon, Aurora took the little animal outside, no cage, nothing, just straight up in her arms and made her way down the semi crowded street.

"Do you have a name?" She asked it gently, stroking the soft fur between its pointed ears.

The littel creature bounced in her arms. "Of course! I am Vixi. Short for Viximon." She produced from out of nowhere a small, rectangular shaped keypad and gave it to Aurora.

Shifting the digimon in one hand, the device in another, she asked,"What is this?"

"You have to carry it with you. When you are in need, just press the button, I guess." Vixi replied.

Aurora eyed the tiny digimon. "Okay..." And shoved the device into her pocket. "Well, little Vixi, what do you want to do today?"

Vixi smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted to do. "Let's go to the park!" She cried happily.



OOC: It's off to Server we go!! In dah city of course. ^_^