most digimon, but this thing isn't digital. "Viral Cannon!" The swirling purple mass pulled a gun from thin air, firing
it right at me. The effect was a stream of dark-purple binary coding, which was tearing my data apart.
It was the end, I thought. "Gargo Missile!" Exclaimed an oversized SaintGargomon, the blast defeating the Virus
Generator. It was the Tamers. "Takato and co., at your service!" Proclaimed Takato, that stupid gogglehead.
"Thanks." I said. Then a huge Virus Storm started rumbling in. "BlackWarGreymon! The storm will kill you!" Rika cried.
"No, it won't." I took the blow dead on, barely feeling it. To the Tamer's surprise, I was being healed by it! "Wh...Why
were you healed?" Jeri asked. "Simple. I AM a virus, just like it. Seeing me as an ally, the storms heal any damage I've taken." I explained. Later that day, we were walking through the desert, trying to find a village of some sort. "WHY,
do we have to go to this Guilmon village, when Guilmon's right here." Takato whined. "Because these Guilmon can
contol themselves in their Megidramon form, which would allow us to have a storm-proof army." I explained to him,
for the twentieth time. Choom The invisible switch turned off, and all was dark. "What if a Virus Storm comes while
we're sleeping?" Jeri asked. "It won't, because they are human-made. Humans sleep at night. Make sense?" I had to
explain EVERYTHING to them.
While the others slept, I couldn't brake my stare from Rika. She seemed...Uggh! I can't find a word! Well, she seemed so something.
In the morning, we got up to find ten Virus Generators surrounding us. "VIRA-" They started, "Megido Flame!"
A huge fireball engulfed them, obliterating them. Before us were somewhere from sixty to seventy Megidramon.
"Welcome, friends of BlackWarGreymon." A deep voice bellowed.
Well, it was a start.
Fighter McKnight, signing off.