p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"Keep in mind that I didn't create this story, I just wrote down what I experienced./p
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p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"From what I saw there were two people in a sort of courtyard-like area, closed in by a perimeter of black skyscrapers on the dark violet night sky. The shadows of the buildings were decorated with a random assortment of glowing yellow-orange lights from the lit rooms within them. The moon was full but obscured often by clouds which would be considered dark under normal circumstances, but given the time of night, which was likely midnight, their greyish tinged hue was in fact lighter than the empty sky behind them. Shallow puddles accumulated here and there among the concrete pavement, and the colours of the world above them mixed into strange neon frequencies within the aquatic medium. It could be said that rain would fall on and off slightly at this point, but that it had rained harder earlier that night./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"Some sort of fight had broken out, and then settled in the area no longer than a brief moment before, or maybe I forgot it, I can't remember. What can be said with certainty was that the opposing party was no longer present, but the two who had remained were victorious in some sense, but were also strained to their limits during the confrontation. In the rush of the moment, a figure gathered up a strange weapon into his hands. He held the weapon, which was a strange design of a double helix blade fashioned out of two blades similar to that of an épée. The two portions of the double helix twisted around each other and met at the end, forming a sharp point at the end of the weapon's length./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"The creature that held this weapon belonged to one of the two surviving people that I had mentioned, but at this point I couldn't surmise anything about them, not even their appearances. The creature had grabbed the blade as once any individual had done so, the weapon would be bound to that person, and it did so to prevent its assailants from doing just that. The issue here was that the intention of the duo was to have another creature, this one belonging to the other survivor of the encounter, claim the weapon as his own, but in preventing their enemy from collecting it, the one creature had forbid the other from ever possessing it, or anyone else from possessing it for that matter./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"The mistake was understood, but the consequences were still bemoaned, although nothing could be done about it except to accept it. The strange part is, and as I became more conscious of what was happening is that while you might have expected this to be some dramatic or epic story playing out, instead it was a strange corruption of ideas that do not belong to me. The characters of this story thus far were digimon tamers, the two creatures their digimon. The one who had gathered the sword was an evolved form of Justimon, and looked quite similar to him, except with an inhuman muscular form which was littered with horns and tendrils. Upon grabbing the sword the colours of his body had turned to a red colour scheme, as if he had become corrupted or evil, but his personality hadn't seemed to change. The other digimon, who was intended to grab the sword, was Gallantmon Crimson Mode. Both had endured harsh injuries during the battle, and so had their tamers, so the group retreated into the night to rest./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"It was here that they found themselves seated around a campfire with a few other tamers. The area they had retreated to was saturated with poverty and squalor compared to the earlier scene in the courtyard, but it was still the same night in the same city. Rags hanged over holes in the decaying infrastructure of buildings within which unfortunate people had claimed spaces to call their home. The ground was dark and riddled with debris and trash and the tone of the area's atmosphere was distinctly hopeless. The two from earlier hid their digimon within their digivices so as to not alert the other tamers of their digimons' power or moral alignment. Supposedly the group were a powerful set of evil tamers and digimon, this was obvious but not explicit, as the two were intending to hide their identity and purpose in passing through the area./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"A tamer or two left, but the two from earlier remained, along with a dwindling cast of late-night socializers. One of the homes that was carved out of the salvaged ruins of abandoned prosperity became the focus of what I saw. It had a battered yet functional wooden door, and make-shift curtains draped over a square-shaped hole which functioned as a window to the dwelling. 3 sewn plushes lined the floor of the hole, two small ones and one medium sized one, each of the digimon Lunamon. I thought this part was the most entertaining part and I certainly didn't expect it. The digimon tamer Sayo emerged from the home, making her way silently to the campfire crowd. What I could tell was that among the people here she was respected, a de facto leader due to her ability and success as a tamer. Her potential was greater than this area, but for some reason she was here, living in full assimilation with the community of rats beneath the floorboards of the city./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"Once she stood over the campfire, the tiny crowd of people who remained there, the two from earlier included, she produced a handgun, aimed at no one in particular but vaguely in the middle of the crowd. Her face was emotionless and tired, and everyone else there raised their hands in a surrender. She had forced them back into some room that looked like a very large but empty bathroom. There were two bathtubs, one about half the size of the other, and the smaller bathtub was nested within the larger bathtub. From here I can only remember one more element to the story: There were about 4 or 5 people that Sayo had gathered, and now held hostage in this room, they all sat naked in the bathtubs, which were now filled with soapy water, two were in the smaller bathtub, and 3 were in the larger one. Sayo sat outside the bathtubs, leaning her back against the larger one as she laid a laptop on her lap and watched pirated movies on it. The laptop looked as if it were from the early 2000s and ran an equally old OS. She used a bit torrent client to download a series of movies with a title similar to "Secret Base". She had just finished watching the 2nd or 3rd entry in the series and had begun the next, a part of a series of 5 movies. A Dorumon sat with her and watched the films. Sayo kept her handgun in her right hand in case any of her captives attempted to leave the bathtubs. She showed no strong emotion and said nothing the entire time and honestly looked quite bored. Somehow she managed to herd these people without speaking a single word./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"The last thing I think I remember was that some of the people in the bathtubs, who apparently had no idea what Sayo was doing, remarked about what a "secret base" might be, believing that it was some weapon she would unleash on them should they try to escape./p
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p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"From what I saw there were two people in a sort of courtyard-like area, closed in by a perimeter of black skyscrapers on the dark violet night sky. The shadows of the buildings were decorated with a random assortment of glowing yellow-orange lights from the lit rooms within them. The moon was full but obscured often by clouds which would be considered dark under normal circumstances, but given the time of night, which was likely midnight, their greyish tinged hue was in fact lighter than the empty sky behind them. Shallow puddles accumulated here and there among the concrete pavement, and the colours of the world above them mixed into strange neon frequencies within the aquatic medium. It could be said that rain would fall on and off slightly at this point, but that it had rained harder earlier that night./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"Some sort of fight had broken out, and then settled in the area no longer than a brief moment before, or maybe I forgot it, I can't remember. What can be said with certainty was that the opposing party was no longer present, but the two who had remained were victorious in some sense, but were also strained to their limits during the confrontation. In the rush of the moment, a figure gathered up a strange weapon into his hands. He held the weapon, which was a strange design of a double helix blade fashioned out of two blades similar to that of an épée. The two portions of the double helix twisted around each other and met at the end, forming a sharp point at the end of the weapon's length./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"The creature that held this weapon belonged to one of the two surviving people that I had mentioned, but at this point I couldn't surmise anything about them, not even their appearances. The creature had grabbed the blade as once any individual had done so, the weapon would be bound to that person, and it did so to prevent its assailants from doing just that. The issue here was that the intention of the duo was to have another creature, this one belonging to the other survivor of the encounter, claim the weapon as his own, but in preventing their enemy from collecting it, the one creature had forbid the other from ever possessing it, or anyone else from possessing it for that matter./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"The mistake was understood, but the consequences were still bemoaned, although nothing could be done about it except to accept it. The strange part is, and as I became more conscious of what was happening is that while you might have expected this to be some dramatic or epic story playing out, instead it was a strange corruption of ideas that do not belong to me. The characters of this story thus far were digimon tamers, the two creatures their digimon. The one who had gathered the sword was an evolved form of Justimon, and looked quite similar to him, except with an inhuman muscular form which was littered with horns and tendrils. Upon grabbing the sword the colours of his body had turned to a red colour scheme, as if he had become corrupted or evil, but his personality hadn't seemed to change. The other digimon, who was intended to grab the sword, was Gallantmon Crimson Mode. Both had endured harsh injuries during the battle, and so had their tamers, so the group retreated into the night to rest./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"It was here that they found themselves seated around a campfire with a few other tamers. The area they had retreated to was saturated with poverty and squalor compared to the earlier scene in the courtyard, but it was still the same night in the same city. Rags hanged over holes in the decaying infrastructure of buildings within which unfortunate people had claimed spaces to call their home. The ground was dark and riddled with debris and trash and the tone of the area's atmosphere was distinctly hopeless. The two from earlier hid their digimon within their digivices so as to not alert the other tamers of their digimons' power or moral alignment. Supposedly the group were a powerful set of evil tamers and digimon, this was obvious but not explicit, as the two were intending to hide their identity and purpose in passing through the area./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"A tamer or two left, but the two from earlier remained, along with a dwindling cast of late-night socializers. One of the homes that was carved out of the salvaged ruins of abandoned prosperity became the focus of what I saw. It had a battered yet functional wooden door, and make-shift curtains draped over a square-shaped hole which functioned as a window to the dwelling. 3 sewn plushes lined the floor of the hole, two small ones and one medium sized one, each of the digimon Lunamon. I thought this part was the most entertaining part and I certainly didn't expect it. The digimon tamer Sayo emerged from the home, making her way silently to the campfire crowd. What I could tell was that among the people here she was respected, a de facto leader due to her ability and success as a tamer. Her potential was greater than this area, but for some reason she was here, living in full assimilation with the community of rats beneath the floorboards of the city./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"Once she stood over the campfire, the tiny crowd of people who remained there, the two from earlier included, she produced a handgun, aimed at no one in particular but vaguely in the middle of the crowd. Her face was emotionless and tired, and everyone else there raised their hands in a surrender. She had forced them back into some room that looked like a very large but empty bathroom. There were two bathtubs, one about half the size of the other, and the smaller bathtub was nested within the larger bathtub. From here I can only remember one more element to the story: There were about 4 or 5 people that Sayo had gathered, and now held hostage in this room, they all sat naked in the bathtubs, which were now filled with soapy water, two were in the smaller bathtub, and 3 were in the larger one. Sayo sat outside the bathtubs, leaning her back against the larger one as she laid a laptop on her lap and watched pirated movies on it. The laptop looked as if it were from the early 2000s and ran an equally old OS. She used a bit torrent client to download a series of movies with a title similar to "Secret Base". She had just finished watching the 2nd or 3rd entry in the series and had begun the next, a part of a series of 5 movies. A Dorumon sat with her and watched the films. Sayo kept her handgun in her right hand in case any of her captives attempted to leave the bathtubs. She showed no strong emotion and said nothing the entire time and honestly looked quite bored. Somehow she managed to herd these people without speaking a single word./p
p style="margin-bottom: .11in; line-height: 108%;"The last thing I think I remember was that some of the people in the bathtubs, who apparently had no idea what Sayo was doing, remarked about what a "secret base" might be, believing that it was some weapon she would unleash on them should they try to escape./p