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Post by Magnamon on Jun 12, 2010 22:04:41 GMT -5
no prob
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Post by Magnamon on Jun 12, 2010 22:43:57 GMT -5
I guess I will start
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Magnamon was walking through the streets of the last liberated village of the Digital World. The Baby Digimon were playing along the sides of the streets.This was his dream-- to see little Digimon playing without worry of war. It had taken twenty years of beating back the Pantheon into the Dark Area. Now, he must defend these areas as king. Alongside him was his trusted ally, Grandracmon. Magnamon sighed and said, "My friend, we have only just begun, eh?"
"Yes, you are right. I just hope we can do it without the Chosen's help. They have had it rough for the last year." He was right. In the end, the Chosen were sent home, tired from the year of war.
"Well, we shall see."
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Ogudomon slammed his hands through hid statue erected for him.
"Agh! We lost our foothold."
"Fear not, brother,", replied Yggdrasil. "We will regain the territory lost."
"I will turn Ophanimon into my slave!"
"Calm down."
"Fine, but we need a plan."
"Luckily I do."
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