The Data Desert.
A place where outcast and deleted data - from digimon to simple data clogs go after the Digtal World has no need for them anymore.
If anyone, or anything for that matter survives at least one hour in this wasteland, they are considered reincarnated and can start life anew from Rookie level. For most, this feat is impossible, but for others, it is just another obstacal in their way to greatness...
Blackagumon stumbled through a wasteland set in the middle of a desolate dustbowl of nothingness, sandstorms blowing through it time and tme again, the small grains choppy against everything it hits. After Blackwargreymon's second death, he was sent to his seemingly "Final Destination", where he would die in peace.
But he wouldn't give up that easily, even in his Rookie form. All he needed was a human partner, someone willing enough to take in an outcast digimon like him...
As Nikku tip-toed through a strange new world, he thought of his life back home, in HIS world. Though it was quite boring, it was nothing like this dangerous place where anything could happen at anytime.
If he didn't find someone fast who could help him through, and tell him what this hand-held device which had appeared in his hand was, he would go crazy. It was all a matter of time, as he shuffled into a whirlwinding, sandy desert.
Koichi walked through a desert, his cloak getting polted down by large grains of sand, which he had never seen to be so big."Dammit how is this part of the world so different?..." He asked himself, looking at his digivice, which showed a static screen. In the distance, he could see a short figure coming his way, and he sped up, trying to see who or what it was...