Don't Fear The Reaper (MPC 69C) [Completed]
Dec 20, 2019 23:34:58 GMT
Post by Yuko Himura on Dec 20, 2019 23:34:58 GMT
MPC Name: The Me I Once Knew
MPC Number: 69C
Reward Requested: Posts
MPC Number: 69C
Reward Requested: Posts
It was that time of the week again; A rogue Digimon was causing trouble in some far off region of the Digital World, and it was up to a group of brave heroes to put an end to their dastardly activities. Unfortunately, the hero for this week was none other than Jokah-sama, the Digital World’s self-proclaimed Demon King, notorious narcissist, infamous prankster and all around really bad influence. Oh well, even a former villain could play the part of the hero if all the stars aligned.
The Northern Prominence was known for its harsh, often unforgivingly cold climate, but this particular region was truly frigid to the point of being uninhabitable. No human could survive such low temperatures, so Jokermon’s Tamer, Yuko, had to sit this mission out. At the end of the day, that was for the best. She might have tried to act like an adult most of the times, but she was still just a child. All teenagers were simply taller children in Jokah’s eyes, and Yuko was hardly an exception. The things they were about to witness there would have been too horrifying for her, and would have scarred her for life.
The Clown Prince, along with his weird entourage of IceDevimon and MarineDevimon, reached a small village surrounded by towering, snow-capped mountains. The village had been built around a natural hot spring that kept it warm, allowing many Digimon to live there comfortably, despite how cold the surrounding areas were. At least, it once had, a long, long time ago. Now it had frozen solid, along with everything else.
“Dude, this is gnarly. I thought this place had been restored ages ago. Why is it all frozen again?” MarineDevimon pondered out loud, rubbing his tentacle-like appendages together to keep them warm.
“Hmmm, it looks like a cache error.” Jokah replied, as he inspected every empty house they passed by.
“A cache error? What does that mean?” The aquatic demon tilted his cephalopodic head in confusion.
“It means, my simple-minded friend, that the Digital World has mistakenly loaded an older save state of this area. ‘Tis an extremely rare phenomenon that might even load remnant records of Digimon from the past.”
“Digimon from the past? Wait, that means-”
“Hey, fellas. What are you two talking about?” IceDevimon suddenly interrupted them, the cowbell hanging from his neck ringing noisily as he leaned forward and pulled his long arm around Jokermon’s shoulder.
“N-nothing…” The shady jester nervously said.
“You both act like you know. This place. Have we been here. Before? Is this a vacation? WOW, there’s enough ice here to make ICE CREAM!!” The frost demon blissfully exclaimed like a kid in a candy store, contrasting his two allies, who simply exchanged a worried look with one another.
It was unlikely that anything could live long enough in this harsh, frigid environment, and sure enough, the village square had been repurposed into a frozen graveyard; Digimon encased in ice were all around, their still faces bearing expressions of everlasting terror. Whoever had done this to them must have taken their sweet time torturing them, reducing their body temperature below zero, before turning them into ice statues. And that culprit turned out to be another IceDevimon that looked in every sense identical to the one on Team Joker. “Kuhahahahaha!! Welcome to my garden of woe! How do you like my collection? Isn’t it simply to DIE for?” The rogue IceDevimon exclaimed after a bout of maniacal laughter, his tone very reminiscent of your typical unhinged, psychopathic serial killer, licking his lips as he gestured proudly to the many frozen Digimon statues surrounding him.
The Northern Prominence was known for its harsh, often unforgivingly cold climate, but this particular region was truly frigid to the point of being uninhabitable. No human could survive such low temperatures, so Jokermon’s Tamer, Yuko, had to sit this mission out. At the end of the day, that was for the best. She might have tried to act like an adult most of the times, but she was still just a child. All teenagers were simply taller children in Jokah’s eyes, and Yuko was hardly an exception. The things they were about to witness there would have been too horrifying for her, and would have scarred her for life.
The Clown Prince, along with his weird entourage of IceDevimon and MarineDevimon, reached a small village surrounded by towering, snow-capped mountains. The village had been built around a natural hot spring that kept it warm, allowing many Digimon to live there comfortably, despite how cold the surrounding areas were. At least, it once had, a long, long time ago. Now it had frozen solid, along with everything else.
“Dude, this is gnarly. I thought this place had been restored ages ago. Why is it all frozen again?” MarineDevimon pondered out loud, rubbing his tentacle-like appendages together to keep them warm.
“Hmmm, it looks like a cache error.” Jokah replied, as he inspected every empty house they passed by.
“A cache error? What does that mean?” The aquatic demon tilted his cephalopodic head in confusion.
“It means, my simple-minded friend, that the Digital World has mistakenly loaded an older save state of this area. ‘Tis an extremely rare phenomenon that might even load remnant records of Digimon from the past.”
“Digimon from the past? Wait, that means-”
“Hey, fellas. What are you two talking about?” IceDevimon suddenly interrupted them, the cowbell hanging from his neck ringing noisily as he leaned forward and pulled his long arm around Jokermon’s shoulder.
“N-nothing…” The shady jester nervously said.
“You both act like you know. This place. Have we been here. Before? Is this a vacation? WOW, there’s enough ice here to make ICE CREAM!!” The frost demon blissfully exclaimed like a kid in a candy store, contrasting his two allies, who simply exchanged a worried look with one another.
It was unlikely that anything could live long enough in this harsh, frigid environment, and sure enough, the village square had been repurposed into a frozen graveyard; Digimon encased in ice were all around, their still faces bearing expressions of everlasting terror. Whoever had done this to them must have taken their sweet time torturing them, reducing their body temperature below zero, before turning them into ice statues. And that culprit turned out to be another IceDevimon that looked in every sense identical to the one on Team Joker. “Kuhahahahaha!! Welcome to my garden of woe! How do you like my collection? Isn’t it simply to DIE for?” The rogue IceDevimon exclaimed after a bout of maniacal laughter, his tone very reminiscent of your typical unhinged, psychopathic serial killer, licking his lips as he gestured proudly to the many frozen Digimon statues surrounding him.
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