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Digimon World: Conquest (Digimon Quest)
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DW:C Chapter 1 Part 1: From The Pinnacle to The Pit
- Location
- Indiana
It's weird, honestly. One minute you're walking home with your groceries and the next you're in a surprise fog bank and then you're unconscious. Really, what's weirder is waking up in an uncomfortable chair with your pint of mint chip melting in your lap.
Wherever you are, it's certainly not 5th street! Wires and cables cross the metal floor of the darkly lit room, and you can see other people sitting up and alert in other seats around the room, and in the center is someone else.
He's tall, and gangly, and you can't see his face but those old gnarled hands holding onto that big heavy book seem to be human at least, so you haven't been abducted at least.
"Dear contestants, it so lovely to have the five-wait, five!? There was only supposed to be-." The older creature scans the room before whipping around, the eyes of the mask covering its face locking onto you.
"This is...unexpected. Oh well, I guess any program can have an anomaly, right?" It says, thinly veiled annoyance lacing its words.
"I-I can go, if you want me to." Says one of the other people, an anxious looking girl with thick-framed glasses and a heavy sweatshirt.
"No no, it'll be fine." Says the creature as it moves back to its original position.
"My name is Gamemaster, and I'd like to formally welcome all of you to the Conquest Game." He says gesturing grandly with one arm, the other still clutching the massive book.
"By the end of this game, either all five of you will be under one banner, or all but one of you will be dead."
The mention of death sends most of the group reeling, with only one of the others unsurprised.
"Now, the rules of this game are simple. You will each be partnered with a Digimon and your goal will be to kill the other competitors, convince them to join your side, or force them out of their territory and into someone else's. Or into the Code Ocean, but that generally leads to death anyhow." Gamemaster says, voice cheerful despite the grim topic.
"Now, before I assign you your territories I'd like to get to know all of you. Your name and country of origin should do nicely, shouldn't it? Any volunteers?" He says, sweeping one finger across the room until one of the others raises his hand to volunteer.
"Ah, you then young man."
"My name is Roman Saxon, from England." He says in a crisply accented voice. He's tall, and lean, wearing what looks to be motorcycle gear. Actually, now that you notice it, he has a helmet sitting between his feet so it must be motorcycle gear.
"Oh, you are in for a treat then, young Roman. Have fun in the Old Order." Gamemaster says with a giggle. Creepy...
"M-My name is Bluejay Martin, sir. From Canada." The girl from before pipes up. She's dressed in a woolen sweater and cargo pants, and her hair is tied behind her head in a ponytail. She seems nice, honestly.
"Oh my, Bluejay, dearie, I'm almost sad that you're going to Furnace Volcano." Gamemaster says, on the edge of glee and melancholy.
Bluejay's wince speaks for itself.
"Guess I'm next then? Mick Williams, Melbourne Australia, nice to meet all o' ya." Says the young man between Roman and Bluejay. He's dressed in a pair of dusty jeans and what seems to be a leather vest over a sweat-stained muscle shirt. The wide-brimmed hat isn't doing much to stop your crocodile hunter comparisons, honestly.
"Oh, you're perfect for the Tower Jungle! The algorithm never disappoints!" Gamemaster says with glee in his voice. Geez this guy is creepy.
"Liesel Mason. United States. Got a problem with that?" Says the African-American woman at the end of the row next to Bluejay, arms crossed over her chest as she scans her row and looks you up and down, silently asking if anyone has a problem with her.
"Ooh, sassy and strong willed! Scrap Heaven needed a girl like you!" Gamemaster says as he leans back and slaps the front of his book in a pseudo clap.
Okay, still creepy, but not as creepy as before.
"Now, what about you, little anomaly?" Gamemaster says, breaking you free of your thoughts. He's leaning down right in front of you, face to fa-er, face to mask, that is.
Reader Choice
[ ] Name?
[ ] Gender? (Boy, Girl, yes, no, ect)
[ ] Country of origin
Wherever you are, it's certainly not 5th street! Wires and cables cross the metal floor of the darkly lit room, and you can see other people sitting up and alert in other seats around the room, and in the center is someone else.
He's tall, and gangly, and you can't see his face but those old gnarled hands holding onto that big heavy book seem to be human at least, so you haven't been abducted at least.
"Dear contestants, it so lovely to have the five-wait, five!? There was only supposed to be-." The older creature scans the room before whipping around, the eyes of the mask covering its face locking onto you.
"This is...unexpected. Oh well, I guess any program can have an anomaly, right?" It says, thinly veiled annoyance lacing its words.
"I-I can go, if you want me to." Says one of the other people, an anxious looking girl with thick-framed glasses and a heavy sweatshirt.
"No no, it'll be fine." Says the creature as it moves back to its original position.
"My name is Gamemaster, and I'd like to formally welcome all of you to the Conquest Game." He says gesturing grandly with one arm, the other still clutching the massive book.
"By the end of this game, either all five of you will be under one banner, or all but one of you will be dead."
The mention of death sends most of the group reeling, with only one of the others unsurprised.
"Now, the rules of this game are simple. You will each be partnered with a Digimon and your goal will be to kill the other competitors, convince them to join your side, or force them out of their territory and into someone else's. Or into the Code Ocean, but that generally leads to death anyhow." Gamemaster says, voice cheerful despite the grim topic.
"Now, before I assign you your territories I'd like to get to know all of you. Your name and country of origin should do nicely, shouldn't it? Any volunteers?" He says, sweeping one finger across the room until one of the others raises his hand to volunteer.
"Ah, you then young man."
"My name is Roman Saxon, from England." He says in a crisply accented voice. He's tall, and lean, wearing what looks to be motorcycle gear. Actually, now that you notice it, he has a helmet sitting between his feet so it must be motorcycle gear.
"Oh, you are in for a treat then, young Roman. Have fun in the Old Order." Gamemaster says with a giggle. Creepy...
"M-My name is Bluejay Martin, sir. From Canada." The girl from before pipes up. She's dressed in a woolen sweater and cargo pants, and her hair is tied behind her head in a ponytail. She seems nice, honestly.
"Oh my, Bluejay, dearie, I'm almost sad that you're going to Furnace Volcano." Gamemaster says, on the edge of glee and melancholy.
Bluejay's wince speaks for itself.
"Guess I'm next then? Mick Williams, Melbourne Australia, nice to meet all o' ya." Says the young man between Roman and Bluejay. He's dressed in a pair of dusty jeans and what seems to be a leather vest over a sweat-stained muscle shirt. The wide-brimmed hat isn't doing much to stop your crocodile hunter comparisons, honestly.
"Oh, you're perfect for the Tower Jungle! The algorithm never disappoints!" Gamemaster says with glee in his voice. Geez this guy is creepy.
"Liesel Mason. United States. Got a problem with that?" Says the African-American woman at the end of the row next to Bluejay, arms crossed over her chest as she scans her row and looks you up and down, silently asking if anyone has a problem with her.
"Ooh, sassy and strong willed! Scrap Heaven needed a girl like you!" Gamemaster says as he leans back and slaps the front of his book in a pseudo clap.
Okay, still creepy, but not as creepy as before.
"Now, what about you, little anomaly?" Gamemaster says, breaking you free of your thoughts. He's leaning down right in front of you, face to fa-er, face to mask, that is.
Reader Choice
[ ] Name?
[ ] Gender? (Boy, Girl, yes, no, ect)
[ ] Country of origin
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DW:C Chapter 1 Part 2: Miasma
- Location
- Indiana
"O-Oscar Belluci, sir. From Argentina." You say, still terrified by his proximity and obvious disdain.
"Ah yes, welcome then, young Oscar. I do hope you enjoy the Graveyard Shift." Gamemaster says as he pulls away.
His mask was wholly expressionless, but you get the impression he had a wicked grin beneath it.
"Now, I've just two more things to tell you before I send you on your way to your territories. The first being the recruitment system, which is rather simple. Recruits are graded as Common, Rare, and Extraordinary. Any Digimon from Champion level and below is graded as Common, Ultimate level Digimon are graded as Rare, and to my knowledge there has ever been one Mega level Digimon recruited, which necessitated the creation of the Extraordinary grade." Gamemaster says, a hologram projecting out of the floor next to him showing different Digimon of each grade with the exception of Extraordinary.
"The next thing I must advise you is that the portals you are about to go through pose no danger of death or injury. Now please, enjoy!" He says before you see the others fall into their various portals.
Roman falls through a portcullis beneath him, screaming bloody murder and threatening Gamemasters life.
Bluejay sinks through a pool of magma, oddly unburnt.
Liesel falls through a rickety trap door, hollering with all of her might.
Mick smiles calmly as he falls into the pit trap beneath him.
And you...you fall into a grave.
You wake up in a swamp. Brackish water sloshing as something jumps up and down on your chest vigorously, saying something in a high-pitched voice.
"Oscar! You're finally awake!" It says, the flame atop its body bobbing along as it sways happily.
Sitting on your chest seems to be the world's most horrifying rendition of Lumierre, complete with a smiling fireball atop his head.
"I'm Candlemon! It's so nice to finally meet you! I need to take you home to the mansion before it storms though, otherwise I might die!" The living candelabra says cheerfully.
Christ...this little dude is morbid. But he's also apparently your partner, so he should be some measure of trustworthy.
So? What do you do?
Reader Choice
[ ] Go with him to the mansion he mentioned. Should be pretty safe there, right?
[ ] Tell him you'll meet him at this same spot tomorrow and go hunting for a tree to sleep in.
"Ah yes, welcome then, young Oscar. I do hope you enjoy the Graveyard Shift." Gamemaster says as he pulls away.
His mask was wholly expressionless, but you get the impression he had a wicked grin beneath it.
"Now, I've just two more things to tell you before I send you on your way to your territories. The first being the recruitment system, which is rather simple. Recruits are graded as Common, Rare, and Extraordinary. Any Digimon from Champion level and below is graded as Common, Ultimate level Digimon are graded as Rare, and to my knowledge there has ever been one Mega level Digimon recruited, which necessitated the creation of the Extraordinary grade." Gamemaster says, a hologram projecting out of the floor next to him showing different Digimon of each grade with the exception of Extraordinary.
"The next thing I must advise you is that the portals you are about to go through pose no danger of death or injury. Now please, enjoy!" He says before you see the others fall into their various portals.
Roman falls through a portcullis beneath him, screaming bloody murder and threatening Gamemasters life.
Bluejay sinks through a pool of magma, oddly unburnt.
Liesel falls through a rickety trap door, hollering with all of her might.
Mick smiles calmly as he falls into the pit trap beneath him.
And you...you fall into a grave.
You wake up in a swamp. Brackish water sloshing as something jumps up and down on your chest vigorously, saying something in a high-pitched voice.
"Oscar! You're finally awake!" It says, the flame atop its body bobbing along as it sways happily.
Sitting on your chest seems to be the world's most horrifying rendition of Lumierre, complete with a smiling fireball atop his head.
"I'm Candlemon! It's so nice to finally meet you! I need to take you home to the mansion before it storms though, otherwise I might die!" The living candelabra says cheerfully.
Christ...this little dude is morbid. But he's also apparently your partner, so he should be some measure of trustworthy.
So? What do you do?
Reader Choice
[ ] Go with him to the mansion he mentioned. Should be pretty safe there, right?
[ ] Tell him you'll meet him at this same spot tomorrow and go hunting for a tree to sleep in.
DW:C Chapter 1 Part 3: Meet The Creeper
- Location
- Indiana
Shrugging, you gesture for Candlemon to lead the way. The little guy is your partner, he's not going to mislead you!
Hopefully.
After a half hour or so of walking, you arrive to a slightly dilapidated mansion. It's not in ruins, that's for sure, but it's certainly a fixer-upper.
Candlemon looks at you expectantly and you realize the little guy doesn't actually have hands. That's gotta be rough when it comes to jars.
You open the door, finding it unlocked, and as you look back to motion Candlemon in you run right into something.
Someone, that is.
You've been knocked flat on your ass, but whoever ran into you seems to only stumble a bit before righting themselves.
They're tall, wearing a blue almost military-styled suit with brass buttons and trim. Their hands, which are busy with fixing their cravat, are long and claw-like, and you notice that they wear heavy boots with large silver skulls emblazoned on them.
The figure leans down to help you up, and you come face to face with fucking Myotismon.
You don't know if you should squee, scream, or faint.
Instead, you take a healthy middle and squeam before fainting dead away.
You wake up to that same deathly pale face leaning over you.
Thaaaaat's pants-shittingly terrifying.
"So, you're the infamous Oscar then?" He says, grinning affably.
You nod, not trusting your voice around one of your all-time favorite villains.
He leans in closer.
"What are your intentions with young Candlemon?" He says, like a protective father guarding their daughter.
You can only sputter in surprise for a minute, not really knowing what to say.
"Oh come off it, I'm only teasing you. Now come along, dinner is waiting." He says before stepping out of the room.
God, that dude is intense!
You follow your nose until you hit the dining room, finding Myotismon and Candlemon tucking into their meals.
Sitting across from Candlemon is a bowl of beef stroganoff, and you immediately know which seat is yours.
After everyone has cleaned their plate (and glass, in the case of Myotismon), the after dinner conversation starts.
"Now, Oscar, you're probably wondering how this all works, correct? Digivolution, winning the game, what you get for doing so, all that. Winning the game is easy, all you have to do is be the last faction standing, and what you get for winning is even simpler. It's a wish. Anything you want, just for winning the game. Digivolving, on the other hand, is more complicated. Champion form is simple to be quite honest, so we can try that tonight if you like." He says, looking to you for any response.
"I mean, yeah, sure. How do we do it?" You say, doing your best to keep a cool head despite the panic building inside you.
"Simply focus on any strong emotion you're feeling right now, and try to funnel that emotion into Candlemon." He says, leaning back in his chair.
You dig deep, drawing up your emotions to try and pick out the strongest ones, and what you find surprises you.
Conviction. Conviction to win this game. Conviction to show everyone else that just because you weren't accounted for you wouldn't be counted out.
Fear. Fear that you wouldn't be able to win with just you and Candlemon. Fear that you'd be forced into an alliance.
Which do you choose?
Reader Choice
[ ] Fear
[ ] Conviction
Hopefully.
After a half hour or so of walking, you arrive to a slightly dilapidated mansion. It's not in ruins, that's for sure, but it's certainly a fixer-upper.
Candlemon looks at you expectantly and you realize the little guy doesn't actually have hands. That's gotta be rough when it comes to jars.
You open the door, finding it unlocked, and as you look back to motion Candlemon in you run right into something.
Someone, that is.
You've been knocked flat on your ass, but whoever ran into you seems to only stumble a bit before righting themselves.
They're tall, wearing a blue almost military-styled suit with brass buttons and trim. Their hands, which are busy with fixing their cravat, are long and claw-like, and you notice that they wear heavy boots with large silver skulls emblazoned on them.
The figure leans down to help you up, and you come face to face with fucking Myotismon.
You don't know if you should squee, scream, or faint.
Instead, you take a healthy middle and squeam before fainting dead away.
You wake up to that same deathly pale face leaning over you.
Thaaaaat's pants-shittingly terrifying.
"So, you're the infamous Oscar then?" He says, grinning affably.
You nod, not trusting your voice around one of your all-time favorite villains.
He leans in closer.
"What are your intentions with young Candlemon?" He says, like a protective father guarding their daughter.
You can only sputter in surprise for a minute, not really knowing what to say.
"Oh come off it, I'm only teasing you. Now come along, dinner is waiting." He says before stepping out of the room.
God, that dude is intense!
You follow your nose until you hit the dining room, finding Myotismon and Candlemon tucking into their meals.
Sitting across from Candlemon is a bowl of beef stroganoff, and you immediately know which seat is yours.
After everyone has cleaned their plate (and glass, in the case of Myotismon), the after dinner conversation starts.
"Now, Oscar, you're probably wondering how this all works, correct? Digivolution, winning the game, what you get for doing so, all that. Winning the game is easy, all you have to do is be the last faction standing, and what you get for winning is even simpler. It's a wish. Anything you want, just for winning the game. Digivolving, on the other hand, is more complicated. Champion form is simple to be quite honest, so we can try that tonight if you like." He says, looking to you for any response.
"I mean, yeah, sure. How do we do it?" You say, doing your best to keep a cool head despite the panic building inside you.
"Simply focus on any strong emotion you're feeling right now, and try to funnel that emotion into Candlemon." He says, leaning back in his chair.
You dig deep, drawing up your emotions to try and pick out the strongest ones, and what you find surprises you.
Conviction. Conviction to win this game. Conviction to show everyone else that just because you weren't accounted for you wouldn't be counted out.
Fear. Fear that you wouldn't be able to win with just you and Candlemon. Fear that you'd be forced into an alliance.
Which do you choose?
Reader Choice
[ ] Fear
[ ] Conviction
DW:C Chapter 1 Part 4: Hold Me Back
- Location
- Indiana
You focus on your conviction. That burning passion to win.
You focus it and you funnel it and holy shit what is that feeling.
You open your eyes in time to see Candlemon disappear into a radiant white egg and he emerges in a familiar form.
He's humanoid now, wax and stand stand gone entirely, leaving just a body of bright orange flame standing before you.
You're honestly surprised he isn't setting the carpet on fire.
"So! Now that Meramon here is all ready to go, who will you be going after first?" Myotismon says as the tension in the air dissipates.
"Um..honestly, I don't know enough to choose. All I know are the names." You say as you scratch the back of your head sheepishly.
"Well, list them off for me would you? I've been around for a few go-arounds in this little game know a bit about each area." He says as he takes the offered bottle of brandy and tumbler from what seems to be a Mummymon in its human guise.
"Well, Gamemaster said that there was Furnace Volcano, Scrap Heaven, Tower Jungle, Graveyard Shift, and Old Order." You say, tapping your fingers nervously on the table.
Myotismon chokes on his brandy at the mention of Old Order.
"Bwuh, you're joking right? We're in a 5-person game right now?" He says, amber alcohol trickling out of his mouth as he hacks it back up.
You nod in the affirmative, which makes Myotismon sigh.
"Okay then. Never mind that, but I think it would be a good idea to take care of Old Order last. That island used to be home to a group of extremely powerful Digimon, and I have no doubt that whoever is there has a Digimon capable of becoming one of them. That leaves Tower Jungle, Furnace Volcano, and Scrap Heaven." He says, holding a finger up for each one.
You motion for him to elaborate. Knowledge is power damn it all!
"Furnace Volcano is a volcanic island. The whole thing is one huge dormant volcano. Whoever is there is likely to try and win the fight by attrition, force us into a siege scenario. Tower Jungle and Scrap Heaven are...interconnected. Tower Jungle is a massive lush rainforest encompassing the entirety of the second largest island , and Scrap Heaven is a tremendous oil rig that surrounds that island." He says, pouring himself a new glass of brandy after the other one wound up on his shirt.
"So, which one are we going after first?" Meramon says, speaking for the first time. His voice has gone from high pitched and childish to gravelly, with a crackle like a roaring fireplace in the back of his throat.
"Right, just pick one and I'll happily take you there on the yacht." Myotismon says, pouring himself yet another glass of brandy.
Digimon or not, you're worried for his liver.
"Wait, you have a yacht?" You ask, drawing your mind away from the mental debate of whether or not Digimon have livers.
"I have many things." Myotismon says, eyeing the now half empty brandy bottle.
"So? Which one first partner?" Meramon says, stretching his newly obtained limbs.
Reader Choice
[ ] Tower Jungle
[ ] Old Order
[ ] Furnace Volcano
[ ] Scrap Heaven
You focus it and you funnel it and holy shit what is that feeling.
You open your eyes in time to see Candlemon disappear into a radiant white egg and he emerges in a familiar form.
He's humanoid now, wax and stand stand gone entirely, leaving just a body of bright orange flame standing before you.
You're honestly surprised he isn't setting the carpet on fire.
"So! Now that Meramon here is all ready to go, who will you be going after first?" Myotismon says as the tension in the air dissipates.
"Um..honestly, I don't know enough to choose. All I know are the names." You say as you scratch the back of your head sheepishly.
"Well, list them off for me would you? I've been around for a few go-arounds in this little game know a bit about each area." He says as he takes the offered bottle of brandy and tumbler from what seems to be a Mummymon in its human guise.
"Well, Gamemaster said that there was Furnace Volcano, Scrap Heaven, Tower Jungle, Graveyard Shift, and Old Order." You say, tapping your fingers nervously on the table.
Myotismon chokes on his brandy at the mention of Old Order.
"Bwuh, you're joking right? We're in a 5-person game right now?" He says, amber alcohol trickling out of his mouth as he hacks it back up.
You nod in the affirmative, which makes Myotismon sigh.
"Okay then. Never mind that, but I think it would be a good idea to take care of Old Order last. That island used to be home to a group of extremely powerful Digimon, and I have no doubt that whoever is there has a Digimon capable of becoming one of them. That leaves Tower Jungle, Furnace Volcano, and Scrap Heaven." He says, holding a finger up for each one.
You motion for him to elaborate. Knowledge is power damn it all!
"Furnace Volcano is a volcanic island. The whole thing is one huge dormant volcano. Whoever is there is likely to try and win the fight by attrition, force us into a siege scenario. Tower Jungle and Scrap Heaven are...interconnected. Tower Jungle is a massive lush rainforest encompassing the entirety of the second largest island , and Scrap Heaven is a tremendous oil rig that surrounds that island." He says, pouring himself a new glass of brandy after the other one wound up on his shirt.
"So, which one are we going after first?" Meramon says, speaking for the first time. His voice has gone from high pitched and childish to gravelly, with a crackle like a roaring fireplace in the back of his throat.
"Right, just pick one and I'll happily take you there on the yacht." Myotismon says, pouring himself yet another glass of brandy.
Digimon or not, you're worried for his liver.
"Wait, you have a yacht?" You ask, drawing your mind away from the mental debate of whether or not Digimon have livers.
"I have many things." Myotismon says, eyeing the now half empty brandy bottle.
"So? Which one first partner?" Meramon says, stretching his newly obtained limbs.
Reader Choice
[ ] Tower Jungle
[ ] Old Order
[ ] Furnace Volcano
[ ] Scrap Heaven
DW:C Chapter 1 Part 5: Young Volcanoes
- Location
- Indiana
You take a moment to think before you come to your decision.
"Furnace Volcano." You say confidently.
"Oh? Mind explaining your reasoning for the class?" Myotismon says as he tips the last dregs of the brandy into his waiting maw.
Damn, and you never even got a drink of it…
"Well, like you said, Old Order is crawling with powerful Digimon, and I don't like our odds if we get into a 3-sided war with Scrap Heaven and Tower Jungle, so Furnace Volcano is likely our best bet, isn't it? Plus, Meramon is literally made of fire. Home field advantage doesn't count for anything when you're up against someone who gets stronger the hotter it is." You say, standing up and cracking your back.
"Right, then we'll leave in the morning. Mummymon will show you to your room. For now, I bid you a good night." Myotismon says as the Mummymon from before steps forward and gestures for you to follow.
Your rest is uneasy at first, but once you get used to the opulent softness of the bed it's easy to fall away into unconsciousness.
The next morning, you awaken to a light rapping at your door and the Brit-like accent of Mummymon informing you it's 7 AM, breakfast will be ready soon, and that a new outfit courtesy of Myotismon is hanging on the outside of your door.
Looking down at your rumpled button down, scuffed boots, and grease smudged jeans, you realize maybe some new duds wouldn't be a dud of an idea.
You open the door far enough to grab the garment bag hanging off the opposite doorknob and latch it shut before checking out your new clothes.
It's remarkably close to your current outfit, with specific changes. The button down is instead of denim a soft cotton, and instead of gray a peachy pink color. The included undershirt is highly appreciated. The pants, instead of faded and grease-stained blue jeans, are cargo pants, khaki in color, and the heavy steel-toed boots are a step up from your current pair.
After dressing in your new clothes you head down to the dining room for a breakfast of omelets and coffee served to you by a Mummymon in a pink frilly apron.
Or at least, you and Meramon have coffee. Myotismon is going at a 24 ounce can like Dracula after a virg-okay that might be a bit too on the nose.
"Is..is that Bud Light?" You ask, leaning over to see the cooler filled with blue 24 ounce cans.
"What? A day on the yacht isn't a day on the yacht until you've got a decent day-drunk going." He says, cracking another one open.
"...So long as you share once we're on the boat, okay?" You say, going back to your pepper and cheese filled monstrosity.
After breakfast, you help Mummymon tote the cooler down to the dock where Myotismon's yacht is.
It's a decent sized boat, nearly 400 foot long, painted a deep red color with the name Nosferatu painted in black block lettering along the side.
The gangplank lowered, the four of you climb aboard, Myotismon directing you to place the cooler between the two deck chairs on the starboard side.
After a few hours of sailing, drinking, and talking about nothing, the Nosferatu successfully lands at the island home to Furnace Volcano, the namesake volcano looming ominously.
You and Meramon jump down and land in the pitch black sand of the beach.
"We'll come pick you up after you're done!" Myotismon yells down from the prow, now moved onto a 40 ounce bottle of malt liquor.
"Wait, we don't have any way to contact you! How will you know?" you yell up as Mummymon hauls up the anchor.
"We'll just know, okay?" Myotismon yells back as the boat turns from the shore.
After a few minutes, they're a spec on the horizon, and you're left there with just your partner, a bag filled with camping supplies and rations, and two options.
Option one, you keep moving down the beach along the coast until you reach something interesting. Sounds pretty relaxing to be honest.
Option two, you move inland into the foothills and eventually the volcano. God, you're sweating just thinking about it.
Reader Choice
[ ] Move inland. We're more likely to find the leader of the area that way.
[ ] Keep moving along the beach. Maybe we can find a secret path into the volcano that way.
"Furnace Volcano." You say confidently.
"Oh? Mind explaining your reasoning for the class?" Myotismon says as he tips the last dregs of the brandy into his waiting maw.
Damn, and you never even got a drink of it…
"Well, like you said, Old Order is crawling with powerful Digimon, and I don't like our odds if we get into a 3-sided war with Scrap Heaven and Tower Jungle, so Furnace Volcano is likely our best bet, isn't it? Plus, Meramon is literally made of fire. Home field advantage doesn't count for anything when you're up against someone who gets stronger the hotter it is." You say, standing up and cracking your back.
"Right, then we'll leave in the morning. Mummymon will show you to your room. For now, I bid you a good night." Myotismon says as the Mummymon from before steps forward and gestures for you to follow.
Your rest is uneasy at first, but once you get used to the opulent softness of the bed it's easy to fall away into unconsciousness.
The next morning, you awaken to a light rapping at your door and the Brit-like accent of Mummymon informing you it's 7 AM, breakfast will be ready soon, and that a new outfit courtesy of Myotismon is hanging on the outside of your door.
Looking down at your rumpled button down, scuffed boots, and grease smudged jeans, you realize maybe some new duds wouldn't be a dud of an idea.
You open the door far enough to grab the garment bag hanging off the opposite doorknob and latch it shut before checking out your new clothes.
It's remarkably close to your current outfit, with specific changes. The button down is instead of denim a soft cotton, and instead of gray a peachy pink color. The included undershirt is highly appreciated. The pants, instead of faded and grease-stained blue jeans, are cargo pants, khaki in color, and the heavy steel-toed boots are a step up from your current pair.
After dressing in your new clothes you head down to the dining room for a breakfast of omelets and coffee served to you by a Mummymon in a pink frilly apron.
Or at least, you and Meramon have coffee. Myotismon is going at a 24 ounce can like Dracula after a virg-okay that might be a bit too on the nose.
"Is..is that Bud Light?" You ask, leaning over to see the cooler filled with blue 24 ounce cans.
"What? A day on the yacht isn't a day on the yacht until you've got a decent day-drunk going." He says, cracking another one open.
"...So long as you share once we're on the boat, okay?" You say, going back to your pepper and cheese filled monstrosity.
After breakfast, you help Mummymon tote the cooler down to the dock where Myotismon's yacht is.
It's a decent sized boat, nearly 400 foot long, painted a deep red color with the name Nosferatu painted in black block lettering along the side.
The gangplank lowered, the four of you climb aboard, Myotismon directing you to place the cooler between the two deck chairs on the starboard side.
After a few hours of sailing, drinking, and talking about nothing, the Nosferatu successfully lands at the island home to Furnace Volcano, the namesake volcano looming ominously.
You and Meramon jump down and land in the pitch black sand of the beach.
"We'll come pick you up after you're done!" Myotismon yells down from the prow, now moved onto a 40 ounce bottle of malt liquor.
"Wait, we don't have any way to contact you! How will you know?" you yell up as Mummymon hauls up the anchor.
"We'll just know, okay?" Myotismon yells back as the boat turns from the shore.
After a few minutes, they're a spec on the horizon, and you're left there with just your partner, a bag filled with camping supplies and rations, and two options.
Option one, you keep moving down the beach along the coast until you reach something interesting. Sounds pretty relaxing to be honest.
Option two, you move inland into the foothills and eventually the volcano. God, you're sweating just thinking about it.
Reader Choice
[ ] Move inland. We're more likely to find the leader of the area that way.
[ ] Keep moving along the beach. Maybe we can find a secret path into the volcano that way.
DW:C Chapter 1 Part 6: Smooth
- Location
- Indiana
Scanning the area, you look to Meramon before you start talking.
"What would you say to a casual stroll down the beach?" You say as you gesture to the black sands before you.
Meramon gives a sort of 'why not?' gesture and starts walking down the beach.
As the two of you stroll down the beach, you note the other faction areas visible from the shore.
Scrap Heaven is just a gleam in the afternoon sun, polished metal standing imperiously in front of a mess of green that must be Tower Jungle.
Old Order is obvious, looming high above on the tops of towering cliffs, mist pooling around the base.
And the island that plays home to Graveyard Shift is a speck on the horizon, the gloom surrounding it barely there in the encroaching mists from Old Order.
After a couple hours of walking, the two of you stumble upon a cave leading down into the island. After determining that Meramon would not in fact be doused by the water lining the bottom of it, you enter the cave. It's on a decline for a while, but eventually it levels out and you can see light at the end of the tunnel, and you can hear a voice.
"...gon! I'm actually partnered with a dragon!" You hear someone say, voice high-pitched and excited.
That...does not sound good.
As you exit the cave, water long since having evaporated in the heat that has caused Meramon to swell a full foot above his normal height, you see a woman and what looks like a great dane-sized dragon made of obsidian bounding about in front of her.
Then she makes direct eye contact with you. Well, this is awkward. What do you do in a situation like this? Honestly, what do you say in a moment like this?
Reader Choice
[ ] "Hi, I'm Oscar, this is Meramon. We came here from Graveyard Shift wondering if you could just um, uh, hand your territory over to us?"
[ ] "Hi. I'm Oscar. This is Meramon. Prepare to lose, dragon girl."
DW:C Chapter 1 Part 7: Run Around V1
- Location
- Indiana
"Hi, I'm Oscar, this is Meramon. We came here from Graveyard Shift wondering if you could just um, uh, hand your territory over to us?" You say nervously, gesturing to yourself and your partner in turn.
She looks at you curiously for a second before standing up and walking over.
"Bluejay Martin, leader of Furnace Volcano, and while I'd love to just hand my turf over to you and get out of the game, I can't. Not without being sure you're strong enough to win it." She says, putting her hand out for you to shake it.
"Well, how about an alliance then? Your uh, your little buddy there looks pretty tough and I'd hate to have to tussle with him, y'know?" You say as you shake her hand.
"Hmmm, nope, sorry. Gotta at least beat me in a fight before I'll agree to anything." She says, grinning sunnily as your hope for peaceful resolution goes down the drain.
"Perhaps, the two of you should take your battle elsewhere so as to not affect the volcano?" You hear a deep voice say from behind you.
You turn around, and come face to kneecap with the form of Garudamon stepping out of the tunnel behind you.
"Good idea Garudamon! Mind flying us out of here?" Bluejay says as she skips toward the Ultimate.
"Of course. Young man, if you and your partner would kindly cling to my leg?" He says, proffering the limb to you and Meramon as Bluejay clambers onto his back and her partner on top of his head.
Hesitantly, you and Meramon each choose a side of the leg and grip it tightly, grip tightening further as Garudamon takes to the skies.
Your eyes are clenched shut for the majority of it, praying to whatever higher power there is for safety, but you can hear Bluejay's whooping as Garudamon soars through the air.
Finally, you touch back down on the beach you first landed on.
Shaky from the flight, you take a minute to catch your breath. After that, you're good to go, airsickness now firmly behind you.
"So, how are we going to do this?" You ask just before Bluejay's partner tackles Meramon into the sand.
"Okay, that's how!"
Meramon deftly throws the dragon off of him before rolling to his feet, collected heat causing the nighttime air to shimmer.
The two Champions stare each other down for a solid minute before launching into action.
You hear a rumbling voice you assume to be the dragon's call out "Mighty Flame!" that is met with Meramon's own gravelly tones yelling "Crimson Flame!", the two blasts of fire clashing before Meramon is overwhelmed by the dragon and knocked over backwards, rolling off to the side and back to his feet as the gout of flame goes over him.
He charges forward and tackles his opponent to the ground, wrestling the dragon into a headlock before he begins to superheat the air around him.
"Giga Fireball!" Meramon yells as the superheated air around him collapses in as the heat is sucked back into his being.
Now, what normally happens when hot air is rapidly cooled is condensation.
In this case however, science is face down in a pillow bleeding from the ass because instead of that condensation, the space around Meramon and his grappled opponent became a vacuum and exploded.
You have to dodge out of the way as the fire strays near you, and Bluejay does the same.
When the flames die down and the haze of heat dies down enough for you to see, you're shocked by what you see.
For just a brief moment, you could have swore that Meramon was taller, more muscular, and covered in chains, but when you blink he's back to normal, standing tall over his downed opponent.
"Tried to superheat his skin and force me out of the grapple. Should've known you can't drown a fish in water, yeah?" He says, turning to look at you and flash you a lopsided grin.
Bluejay is kneeling there, staring at her unconscious partner with a shocked expression on her face.
You're about to reassure her that her partner isn't dead when she cuts you off, tone breathless.
"That...that was awesome! A real life Digimon versus Digimon fight! And Lavorvomon nearly won!" She says, arms shooting up into the air.
"So, are we an alliance now or…" You trail off, not sure what to say.
"Alliance nothing, you can have the territory!" She says as she hops up and runs over to sweep you into a hug.
You're trying to choke out that she's crushing you when a booming voice echoes over the island.
"And in a stunning turn of events, the unplanned for leader of Graveyard Shift has ended the first turn and claimed Furnace Volcano for his own!" Gamemaster says from nowhere and everywhere.
Well, it looks like you're the mover and shaker of this game then. God, what do you do here? Do you celebrate? Invite Bluejay and Lavorvomon to Graveyard Shift to discuss your next move?
Reader Choice
[ ] Celebrate! You just captured the first territory of the game, it's time to party!
[ ] Business before pleasure. Celebrating would be fun, but we need to get a plan going for our next target.
She looks at you curiously for a second before standing up and walking over.
"Bluejay Martin, leader of Furnace Volcano, and while I'd love to just hand my turf over to you and get out of the game, I can't. Not without being sure you're strong enough to win it." She says, putting her hand out for you to shake it.
"Well, how about an alliance then? Your uh, your little buddy there looks pretty tough and I'd hate to have to tussle with him, y'know?" You say as you shake her hand.
"Hmmm, nope, sorry. Gotta at least beat me in a fight before I'll agree to anything." She says, grinning sunnily as your hope for peaceful resolution goes down the drain.
"Perhaps, the two of you should take your battle elsewhere so as to not affect the volcano?" You hear a deep voice say from behind you.
You turn around, and come face to kneecap with the form of Garudamon stepping out of the tunnel behind you.
"Good idea Garudamon! Mind flying us out of here?" Bluejay says as she skips toward the Ultimate.
"Of course. Young man, if you and your partner would kindly cling to my leg?" He says, proffering the limb to you and Meramon as Bluejay clambers onto his back and her partner on top of his head.
Hesitantly, you and Meramon each choose a side of the leg and grip it tightly, grip tightening further as Garudamon takes to the skies.
Your eyes are clenched shut for the majority of it, praying to whatever higher power there is for safety, but you can hear Bluejay's whooping as Garudamon soars through the air.
Finally, you touch back down on the beach you first landed on.
Shaky from the flight, you take a minute to catch your breath. After that, you're good to go, airsickness now firmly behind you.
"So, how are we going to do this?" You ask just before Bluejay's partner tackles Meramon into the sand.
"Okay, that's how!"
Meramon deftly throws the dragon off of him before rolling to his feet, collected heat causing the nighttime air to shimmer.
The two Champions stare each other down for a solid minute before launching into action.
You hear a rumbling voice you assume to be the dragon's call out "Mighty Flame!" that is met with Meramon's own gravelly tones yelling "Crimson Flame!", the two blasts of fire clashing before Meramon is overwhelmed by the dragon and knocked over backwards, rolling off to the side and back to his feet as the gout of flame goes over him.
He charges forward and tackles his opponent to the ground, wrestling the dragon into a headlock before he begins to superheat the air around him.
"Giga Fireball!" Meramon yells as the superheated air around him collapses in as the heat is sucked back into his being.
Now, what normally happens when hot air is rapidly cooled is condensation.
In this case however, science is face down in a pillow bleeding from the ass because instead of that condensation, the space around Meramon and his grappled opponent became a vacuum and exploded.
You have to dodge out of the way as the fire strays near you, and Bluejay does the same.
When the flames die down and the haze of heat dies down enough for you to see, you're shocked by what you see.
For just a brief moment, you could have swore that Meramon was taller, more muscular, and covered in chains, but when you blink he's back to normal, standing tall over his downed opponent.
"Tried to superheat his skin and force me out of the grapple. Should've known you can't drown a fish in water, yeah?" He says, turning to look at you and flash you a lopsided grin.
Bluejay is kneeling there, staring at her unconscious partner with a shocked expression on her face.
You're about to reassure her that her partner isn't dead when she cuts you off, tone breathless.
"That...that was awesome! A real life Digimon versus Digimon fight! And Lavorvomon nearly won!" She says, arms shooting up into the air.
"So, are we an alliance now or…" You trail off, not sure what to say.
"Alliance nothing, you can have the territory!" She says as she hops up and runs over to sweep you into a hug.
You're trying to choke out that she's crushing you when a booming voice echoes over the island.
"And in a stunning turn of events, the unplanned for leader of Graveyard Shift has ended the first turn and claimed Furnace Volcano for his own!" Gamemaster says from nowhere and everywhere.
Well, it looks like you're the mover and shaker of this game then. God, what do you do here? Do you celebrate? Invite Bluejay and Lavorvomon to Graveyard Shift to discuss your next move?
Reader Choice
[ ] Celebrate! You just captured the first territory of the game, it's time to party!
[ ] Business before pleasure. Celebrating would be fun, but we need to get a plan going for our next target.
DW:C Chapter 1 Part 8: Around The World
- Location
- Indiana
There were a lot of things you expected to see when you came back to Graveyard Shift to plan with Bluejay and relax. A hot meal, some cold drinks, maybe even a Mummymon in a party hat, but not this.
Sitting at the dining room table, his feet resting on the immaculate tablecloth, with what looks like the fusion of an aboriginal warrior and a velociraptor across from him, is a redheaded man in motorcycle leathers.
Drinking tea.
With a nervous looking Mummymon in a frilly pink apron standing next to him.
You're wondering if this isn't a hallucination induced by slow-acting heatstroke, but that doesn't seem likely.
"And who might you be?" Myotismon asks the stranger, grin forced and the beginnings of an attack forming in his palm.
"Relax old-timer, I'm not here to fight. Roman Saxon and Dinohyumon, from Old Order. We just came to congratulate your man here for his success." He says as he stands up, muddy boots now staining both the carpet and the tablecloth.
Oh, Myotismon doesn't like that.
"Well then Mr. Saxon, if you and your partner would kindly fuck off before we end up taking another territory, that would be pleasant." You say through gritted teeth. This guy gets an your nerves hard.
"Oh? You really think you could take us?" He says, and Dinohyumon starts to glow, streams of data surrounding him as he shifts into a taller, armored, form.
The newly minted Knightmon destroys the dining room table as a show of strength before reverting to its Champion form.
Your stunned silence is answer enough to Roman, who begins to chuckle.
"Right then, see you at the finish line mate! You too, girlie." He says, winking at Bluejay as he passes her.
The moment you're sure he's gone, Bluejay bolts for the open bay window at the back of the room and yaks.
"God he is so sleazy." She says, panting.
"What, not your type?" Myotismon says as he situates himself at the head of the ruined table.
"Nope. Got a boyfriend back in the real world anyhow." She says as she takes a seat on Myotismon's left.
You seat yourself on Myotismon's right and Meramon seats himself next to you.
Myotismon once again explains your advantages against the other territories, and leaves you with a choice to make as he goes to break out the good booze in celebration of your victory.
Who's next?
Reader Choice
[ ] Old Order
[ ] Tower Jungle
[ ] Scrap Heaven
Digimon World: Conquest, Chapter 1: Turn 1, END
Sitting at the dining room table, his feet resting on the immaculate tablecloth, with what looks like the fusion of an aboriginal warrior and a velociraptor across from him, is a redheaded man in motorcycle leathers.
Drinking tea.
With a nervous looking Mummymon in a frilly pink apron standing next to him.
You're wondering if this isn't a hallucination induced by slow-acting heatstroke, but that doesn't seem likely.
"And who might you be?" Myotismon asks the stranger, grin forced and the beginnings of an attack forming in his palm.
"Relax old-timer, I'm not here to fight. Roman Saxon and Dinohyumon, from Old Order. We just came to congratulate your man here for his success." He says as he stands up, muddy boots now staining both the carpet and the tablecloth.
Oh, Myotismon doesn't like that.
"Well then Mr. Saxon, if you and your partner would kindly fuck off before we end up taking another territory, that would be pleasant." You say through gritted teeth. This guy gets an your nerves hard.
"Oh? You really think you could take us?" He says, and Dinohyumon starts to glow, streams of data surrounding him as he shifts into a taller, armored, form.
The newly minted Knightmon destroys the dining room table as a show of strength before reverting to its Champion form.
Your stunned silence is answer enough to Roman, who begins to chuckle.
"Right then, see you at the finish line mate! You too, girlie." He says, winking at Bluejay as he passes her.
The moment you're sure he's gone, Bluejay bolts for the open bay window at the back of the room and yaks.
"God he is so sleazy." She says, panting.
"What, not your type?" Myotismon says as he situates himself at the head of the ruined table.
"Nope. Got a boyfriend back in the real world anyhow." She says as she takes a seat on Myotismon's left.
You seat yourself on Myotismon's right and Meramon seats himself next to you.
Myotismon once again explains your advantages against the other territories, and leaves you with a choice to make as he goes to break out the good booze in celebration of your victory.
Who's next?
Reader Choice
[ ] Old Order
[ ] Tower Jungle
[ ] Scrap Heaven
Digimon World: Conquest, Chapter 1: Turn 1, END
DW:C Chapter 2 Part 1: Raise Your Flag
- Location
- Indiana
"So, it's Scrap Heaven then?" Myotismon says, gesturing at the map sitting on the newly placed dining room table.
"Yeah. It's mostly metal so the fire-element Digimon can superheat the metal if necessary, and we can use it as a foothold against Tower Jungle." You say, sipping at the lemonade one of the Mummymon brought you.
"Plus we have the Mummy Corps for backup." Bluejay says, gesturing to the 30 or so other Mummymon performing calisthenics in the courtyard visible through the bay window.
"Right. So, when will be heading out?" Myotismon says, standing up and stretching.
After a brief meal the night before, all of you had gone straight to bed, too tired for any planning that night, but you'd been right at it this morning, and now you were finally decided.
You'd been at it for hours, most of which was spent talking Bluejay down from outright storming Old Order to kill Roman, before you came to your decision.
"Well, we'll need to grab my forces from Furnace Volcano, then we should be good to set out." Bluejay says, standing up herself.
You volunteer to stay behind while Myotismon and Bluejay take the yacht out to Furnace Volcano to get the rest of your forces, which allows you some time to meditate on the events that you've gone through in the past day or so.
The fact that Roman's partner was already capable of reaching Ultimate...the fact that Meramon had looked like he was an Ultimate fighting Lavorvomon...all of it was insane.
Not to mention the fact that you were in the goddamn Digital World!
"Whatcha thinkin' on Oscar?" Meramon says as he comes up beside you and sits down.
"How...how do Digimon reach their next level of power, Meramon?" You ask your partner, still trying to figure out Roman's trick.
"Trust, that's how."
An old Mummymon says, coming out from the kitchens and sitting down in Blujay's vacant seat.
Myotismon had introduced this Mummymon as Number One, his oldest and closest friend. He acted as Myotismon's personal butler and valet, always there to help his master.
"To move from Champion level to Ultimate, a Digimon and their partner must trust each other implicitly." Number One says, a wistful expression on his face, as if remembering something long gone.
"I already trust Meramon with my life. He's my partner after all." You say, still confused.
"Think to yourself, young Oscar, 'would Meramon ever hurt me?'." Number One says, breaking out of his nostalgia.
You think, repeating the line over and over, before you decide to steel your nerves and reach out.
You shove your hand through Meramon's chest to both his and Number One's surprise, and when it comes out the other side your skin is unburnt.
And Meramon glows.
His body shifts and grows, gaining muscle and corporeal mass as it changes into the body of an exceptionally large human wearing black leather pants, black leather boots with large steel skulls on the toes, an exceptionally long chain looping over his shoulders and across his chest in a facsimile of a shirt, and the iron mask on his face.
Combined with the ethereal blue flame dancing across his skin and blue fire across the back of his head, your partner looks downright malevolent.
"SkullMeramon…" Number One breaths, stunned by your partners transformation.
Suddenly, your partner reverts to Champion, panting heavily.
"That...that'll take some getting used to." He says in between gulps of air.
After a couple of hours, Bluejay and Myotismon return with Bluejay's forces.
All in all, with the forces of Graveyard Shift and Furnace Volcano combined, your roster is looking mighty good.
You do a headcount, and you find yourself with 30 Mummymon from the Mummy Corps, 10 Agumon, 5 Tyrannomon, 5 Meramon, Myotismon, Garudamon, and you and Bluejay's partners.
Now the only question is how do you approach the situation.
Reader Choice
[ ] Stealth Approach. Try and land some of your forces all across the rig and cause as much mayhem as possible when you get the chance.
[ ] All-out Assault. Hit them as hard and fast as you can, mayhem from the start, with all your forces in one place.
"Yeah. It's mostly metal so the fire-element Digimon can superheat the metal if necessary, and we can use it as a foothold against Tower Jungle." You say, sipping at the lemonade one of the Mummymon brought you.
"Plus we have the Mummy Corps for backup." Bluejay says, gesturing to the 30 or so other Mummymon performing calisthenics in the courtyard visible through the bay window.
"Right. So, when will be heading out?" Myotismon says, standing up and stretching.
After a brief meal the night before, all of you had gone straight to bed, too tired for any planning that night, but you'd been right at it this morning, and now you were finally decided.
You'd been at it for hours, most of which was spent talking Bluejay down from outright storming Old Order to kill Roman, before you came to your decision.
"Well, we'll need to grab my forces from Furnace Volcano, then we should be good to set out." Bluejay says, standing up herself.
You volunteer to stay behind while Myotismon and Bluejay take the yacht out to Furnace Volcano to get the rest of your forces, which allows you some time to meditate on the events that you've gone through in the past day or so.
The fact that Roman's partner was already capable of reaching Ultimate...the fact that Meramon had looked like he was an Ultimate fighting Lavorvomon...all of it was insane.
Not to mention the fact that you were in the goddamn Digital World!
"Whatcha thinkin' on Oscar?" Meramon says as he comes up beside you and sits down.
"How...how do Digimon reach their next level of power, Meramon?" You ask your partner, still trying to figure out Roman's trick.
"Trust, that's how."
An old Mummymon says, coming out from the kitchens and sitting down in Blujay's vacant seat.
Myotismon had introduced this Mummymon as Number One, his oldest and closest friend. He acted as Myotismon's personal butler and valet, always there to help his master.
"To move from Champion level to Ultimate, a Digimon and their partner must trust each other implicitly." Number One says, a wistful expression on his face, as if remembering something long gone.
"I already trust Meramon with my life. He's my partner after all." You say, still confused.
"Think to yourself, young Oscar, 'would Meramon ever hurt me?'." Number One says, breaking out of his nostalgia.
You think, repeating the line over and over, before you decide to steel your nerves and reach out.
You shove your hand through Meramon's chest to both his and Number One's surprise, and when it comes out the other side your skin is unburnt.
And Meramon glows.
His body shifts and grows, gaining muscle and corporeal mass as it changes into the body of an exceptionally large human wearing black leather pants, black leather boots with large steel skulls on the toes, an exceptionally long chain looping over his shoulders and across his chest in a facsimile of a shirt, and the iron mask on his face.
Combined with the ethereal blue flame dancing across his skin and blue fire across the back of his head, your partner looks downright malevolent.
"SkullMeramon…" Number One breaths, stunned by your partners transformation.
Suddenly, your partner reverts to Champion, panting heavily.
"That...that'll take some getting used to." He says in between gulps of air.
After a couple of hours, Bluejay and Myotismon return with Bluejay's forces.
All in all, with the forces of Graveyard Shift and Furnace Volcano combined, your roster is looking mighty good.
You do a headcount, and you find yourself with 30 Mummymon from the Mummy Corps, 10 Agumon, 5 Tyrannomon, 5 Meramon, Myotismon, Garudamon, and you and Bluejay's partners.
Now the only question is how do you approach the situation.
Reader Choice
[ ] Stealth Approach. Try and land some of your forces all across the rig and cause as much mayhem as possible when you get the chance.
[ ] All-out Assault. Hit them as hard and fast as you can, mayhem from the start, with all your forces in one place.
DW:C Chapter 2 Part 2: Blockbuster Night Part 1
- Location
- Indiana
You had to deliberate with your allies before deciding, and it was unanimous that it would be wise to try the stealth approach that night.
And of course, any good stealth operation had a good distraction too.
So that's how you wound up here, standing on Garudamon's shoulder with a pair of jury-rigged speakers taken from the yacht hanging from your belt and hooked up to your somehow still functioning phone.
In the middle of the night.
While blasting the heaviest bass possible.
You see Meramon lean forward from Garudamon's other shoulder and give you a thumbs up, half-stitched mouth curled in a wicked grin.
You give a little smirk yourself as you return the gesture before cutting the bass and tapping the makeshift com-bead Bluejay scrounged together from what Myotismon had on the yacht.
Thank god for survivalists.
"Hey Blue, y'all ready down there?" You say over the wind from Garudamon's wingbeats keeping you aloft over the sleeping Scrap Heaven.
"We're all ready to go boss man, just give us the word." Your teammate says, a few crackles of static coming over the line.
"Get ready. Start the drops the moment the alarms go up." You say as you thumb the switch on the speakers.
"Roger that." Bluejay says before cutting the coms.
You unplug the speakers from your phone, instead hooking them up to a microphone once again taken from Myotismon's yacht.
Guess Karaoke is big in the Digital World too.
Garudamon gets you maybe 15 feet off from rig's edge before you jump. You almost don't make it, but Meramon snags your hand and drags you aboard.
You thank your partner before pulling the mic from its place stuffed into your waistband and turning on the speakers as Garudamon takes off over the rig, fire streaming from his hands as he flies overhead.
"Gooood morning Scrap Heaven! My name is Oscar Belluci and I'd just like to say that Blockbuster Night starts now!" You say into the mic, your voice booming over the area sending up the alarm as dozens of Thundermon and Guardromon come storming towards you.
Okay maybe you underestimated their forces.
You make a break for it as you begin to hear the sounds of various missiles, bullets, and thunderbolts fired toward you start getting closer.
You skid into a warehouse alongside your partner, only to have to vacate your position as a dozen small missiles strike the sheet metal wall.
Heat seekers, of fucking course they would have heat seekers.
And you're running around with living fire.
Fuck.
You keep moving, Meramon detonating their ammunition before it hits or otherwise deterring it.
Then you hear the whistle of a steam engine and realize that your pursuers are gone.
And you've been running on train tracks.
All that's left is maniacal laughter and you'll have found the leader of this area.
"Yahahahahaha! I'm coming for your ass Belluci!"
There she is!
You spare a glance behind you as you hop off the tracks and you immediately speed up.
A Locomon. An angry looking Locomon at that, hauling ass down the tracks after you with a manic looking young black woman clinging to its headlamp with a stoic Guardromon leaning out from the engineers compartment.
You can hear the sounds of explosions and gunshots coming from below you, which means the other teams have begun to land, so you're free to go join up with one of those groups, or you can keep running around and hold the attention of the main pursuit group.
So, what's the plan?
Reader Choice
[ ] Go meet up with one of the other teams. Strength in numbers and all that.
[ ] Take this choo-choo chucklefuck head on. With access to Ultimate, you should be fine after all!
And of course, any good stealth operation had a good distraction too.
So that's how you wound up here, standing on Garudamon's shoulder with a pair of jury-rigged speakers taken from the yacht hanging from your belt and hooked up to your somehow still functioning phone.
In the middle of the night.
While blasting the heaviest bass possible.
You see Meramon lean forward from Garudamon's other shoulder and give you a thumbs up, half-stitched mouth curled in a wicked grin.
You give a little smirk yourself as you return the gesture before cutting the bass and tapping the makeshift com-bead Bluejay scrounged together from what Myotismon had on the yacht.
Thank god for survivalists.
"Hey Blue, y'all ready down there?" You say over the wind from Garudamon's wingbeats keeping you aloft over the sleeping Scrap Heaven.
"We're all ready to go boss man, just give us the word." Your teammate says, a few crackles of static coming over the line.
"Get ready. Start the drops the moment the alarms go up." You say as you thumb the switch on the speakers.
"Roger that." Bluejay says before cutting the coms.
You unplug the speakers from your phone, instead hooking them up to a microphone once again taken from Myotismon's yacht.
Guess Karaoke is big in the Digital World too.
Garudamon gets you maybe 15 feet off from rig's edge before you jump. You almost don't make it, but Meramon snags your hand and drags you aboard.
You thank your partner before pulling the mic from its place stuffed into your waistband and turning on the speakers as Garudamon takes off over the rig, fire streaming from his hands as he flies overhead.
"Gooood morning Scrap Heaven! My name is Oscar Belluci and I'd just like to say that Blockbuster Night starts now!" You say into the mic, your voice booming over the area sending up the alarm as dozens of Thundermon and Guardromon come storming towards you.
Okay maybe you underestimated their forces.
You make a break for it as you begin to hear the sounds of various missiles, bullets, and thunderbolts fired toward you start getting closer.
You skid into a warehouse alongside your partner, only to have to vacate your position as a dozen small missiles strike the sheet metal wall.
Heat seekers, of fucking course they would have heat seekers.
And you're running around with living fire.
Fuck.
You keep moving, Meramon detonating their ammunition before it hits or otherwise deterring it.
Then you hear the whistle of a steam engine and realize that your pursuers are gone.
And you've been running on train tracks.
All that's left is maniacal laughter and you'll have found the leader of this area.
"Yahahahahaha! I'm coming for your ass Belluci!"
There she is!
You spare a glance behind you as you hop off the tracks and you immediately speed up.
A Locomon. An angry looking Locomon at that, hauling ass down the tracks after you with a manic looking young black woman clinging to its headlamp with a stoic Guardromon leaning out from the engineers compartment.
You can hear the sounds of explosions and gunshots coming from below you, which means the other teams have begun to land, so you're free to go join up with one of those groups, or you can keep running around and hold the attention of the main pursuit group.
So, what's the plan?
Reader Choice
[ ] Go meet up with one of the other teams. Strength in numbers and all that.
[ ] Take this choo-choo chucklefuck head on. With access to Ultimate, you should be fine after all!
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