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Digimon. Digital Monster. In Cartoons, Comics, Video Game, Toys, and card games these monsters exist. But unknown to must fans they existed elsewhere, the digital world from the various Media forms was real. Possessing aspects form the various different forms that we of the real world did know, it had some how remained peaceful. Evil existed in this true Digital World, but good kept it in balance. That is until now.
*After another day of failing to get a job Robert entered his appartment soaked from the sudden storm that had Vegas. Going to his room and toweling off quickly he grabbed his D-3 and D-Terminal. Returning to the living room he sat down on the fold chair and turned on his computer. Then after taking off his shoes he placed his D-3 between his toes, and his D-Terminal on his lap. As his computer started up he started looking Digimon on his D-Terminal.*
I wonder if Eel has posted on the Glass house yet.
*After failing to find Renamon on the D-Terminal’s library, he decided to check Rosemon’s stats for the heck of it. Then there was a strange beep from his D-3.*
Okay I’ve been shaking it with my foot since I changed the battery don’t tell me I’ve broke it.
*Pressing the big circle wondering what was going on he notice the unique Digimon the had been present since he started using the Digivice again was tapping on the screen.*
…okay that’s weird…
*Things suddenly go black in his apartment but he can still see the screen of his D3 and D-Terminal. Since the screens weren’t backlit he couldn’t understand why, but the started getting brighter. Suddenly his computer screen came back on and was filled with ones and zero’s, it then emitted a white light that seemed to swallow him.
What seemed like an eternity later, Robert finally sees something other than white. He is now standing in a forest. Things didn’t exactly feel right looking down at himself he saw why.*
WHAT THE HECK!
*Before the attack of the white Robert had been a thirty year old male, red haired, balding, with a bit of a gut, dressed in; black pants, a white long sleeve button down shirt and no shoes. Now he was a teenaged female, long red hair tied back in a pony tail, slender with a small bust dressed in; red sneaker, tight blue jeans, a thick brown belt with a pouch attached to it, an white t-shirt with red short sleeves and the Maximal logo.*
This is some sort of dream, and it’s your fault.
*Looking at the Digivice expecting to see his Renamon on the screen instead it was on the map screen and sit other dots were blinking on it.*
Huh?
If I was still in there I really don’t see how you can blame me Robert.
*Turning to the new voice, a Renamon was now standing behind him. Unlike a normal Renamon her sleeve were red bearing Maximal logo instead of the usual yinyang. Robert Pinched him…herself.*
What is going on here?
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