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MPC 46A: Saving Santa, a Piedmon Production (FIN)
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Post by Dante on Dec 4, 2017 22:02:21 GMT
It's winter time, and the holiday season is already kicking off. An unusually large storm has left the Dark Fortress under a blanket of snow. Piedmon and his minions are taking the time to decorate the fortress with some festive decorations. Misty is hanging a wreath on the wall while standing on a ladder. Piddomon is at the bottom keeping the ladder steady. Piedmon walks by with his hands behind his back, examining the decorations like a general commanding his troops. "Put that wreath up higher! I want the Dark Fortress looking perfect for the holidays." Misty looks down at Piedmon. "Well if Piddomon would hold the ladder right..." Piddomon looks up at Misty and sees up her skirt. His hands get sweaty and he loses balance. The ladder tips over and Misty lands on top of Piddomon.
Piedmon floats over, looking down at his minions. "Worthless! First Wizardmon dies, then Revan deserts us, and now I'm left with a bunch of idiots! Why don't you try to be more like Gazimon?" Gazimon walks down the hall, wearing reindeer antlers and a red nose, pulling two heavy boxes full of decorations. He struggles to move them, and his legs finally give out on him. "Ooh, I need to see the chiropractor." "Useless, all of you! You're killing my holiday spirit. Hmm, maybe I will go see what Lilithmon is up to." Piddomon sucks up to Piedmon, bowing down to the Prince of Chaos. "But Master, Lilithmon doesn't want nothing to do with you! We will try harder, honest!" "Now Piddomon, you know how I feel about double negatives. I shall return shortly."
Meanwhile, at the Palladino house... Wormmon crawls down the railing of the staircase wearing a Santa hat. "Season's greetings, you dirty pagans. Hey, Dante, Judith, where are you?" Wormmon looks around for the siblings. Dante and Judith are sitting on the couch watching TV. Judith takes a sip from her coffee mug. "Hiya, guys! Aren't you excited for the holidays?" Dante groans. "I'm sick of the holidays already. I've been seeing these stupid Christmas commercials since November. I don't feel like celebrating Consumermas this year." "Finally we agree on something. If people aren't going to buy my album, I don't care if they buy anything."
Wormmon frowns. "Come on, you guys. There's more to the holidays than buying lots of stuff. Judith, you could put marshmallows in your coffee. And Dante, I'm sure there's lots of video games with snow levels online right now. Maybe you could buy some more video games at discount prices." "It's all a scam, little buddy. First everything goes on sale in the winter, then the prices are slashed even more after Christmas, and before you know it, there will be another "great deal" being advertised. I can't afford to go out and spend cash like a drunken lumberjack on payday."
"Grr, you could at least decorate the house! Christmas trees, lights, even a missile toe. Kissy-kissy!" "You want me to decorate? Fine." *5 minutes later.* Dante, Judith, and Wormmon are standing around an aluminum pole. "There. You happy? I celebrate Festivus. Now could you leave me alone for a moment? I need to finish typing this post." "Aww... Judith, can you make Dante stop being such a Grinch?" "Forget it, Wormmon. It's freezing outside, and we are low on funds. We can't afford to go out, and what little money we have, we spend on food, cigarettes, and whatever is left on presents." "Speaking of which, wanna go for a smoke?" "Kay."
Dante and Judith bundle up with winter coats, hats, and scarfs, and step out to the back patio. Dante lights up a smoke and tosses Judith his lighter. "Stupid winter. I hate smoking in the cold." "Ya. I can't wait for winter to be over." Suddenly a large shadow is cast over the backyard. "What the? Is someone standing on the roof?" "Santa?" Dante and Judith look up, and see Piedmon standing on their roof. "Even better. Behold! The Prince of Chaos!" Piedmon shoots two fireballs out of his sleeves in a display of showmanship. Gasoline starts to leak from his wrist, and a small fire breaks out. "The roof! The roof! The roof is on fire!" Piedmon dances around erratically, trying to put the fire out. He scoops up some snow and drops it down on the flames. "You know, smoking is dangerous." "You're the one setting our house on fire." "What are you doing here anyways?" "I've come to "invite" you to my place to help decorate for the holidays." "Oh great, you too? I just want Christmas to be over with!" "Come now, Dante. The holidays are a time for togetherness." Piedmon leaps off the roof and lands on the patio. He reaches out and pulls Dante and Judith close. "Rocking around, the Christmas tree, at the Christmas party hop..." Piedmon starts doing the cancan, but Dante and Judith are not playing along.
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Post by Dante on Dec 31, 2017 10:12:37 GMT
Finally, Piedmon gets tired of Judith and Dante not being down with his festivities. "Come on, young Palladinos. This time only comes around once a year." "That's the problem, Christmas is every year, and it's practically a month long smoz fest." "Dante isn't big on the materialism centered around the holidays." "Well don't you worry your pretty little head off, because we're going to have to hap-hap-happiest Christmas party this side of the Pacific. Whaddya say?" "Well, I guess we could do something."
Dante and Judith go back inside to let Wormmon know about Piedmon's party. After getting their things ready, Piedmon opens up a special red and green portal, and the trio along with the Prince of Chaos are teleported to the Dark Fortress. "Home sweet home. I think we need more tinsel." Dante is surprised to see an evil lair dressed up to be so cheery. "Wow, it looks great." "It's amazing, Piedmon! Who knew you had a knack for interior decorating?" "Well, Piddomon did help a lot. Come, the festivities are about to begin!"
Dante, Judith, and Wormmon follow Piedmon to the lounge. There is a huge buffet table set up with all sorts of delicious food, fit for quite the feast. On one side of the room is a large stage with some couches facing it. To Dante's chagrin, Misty sees him and rushes up to give him a big hug. "Oh Dante! It's so good to see you. Oh, looks like you've been putting on some weight." Misty pats Dante on the belly. "What are you talking about? I just had a big lunch, is all." "Hush hush hush, we can talk about Dante's holiday weight gain later. It's time for a holiday show!"
Everyone sits down on the couches. Annoying Christmas music is playing in the background. It's all Dante can do to drown out the horribly repetitive and blindly optimistic tune. The curtains on the stage pull back, revealing Piddomon sitting down with a ventriloquist dummy. The dummy resembles a little Wizardmon wearing a wizard-like Santa hat. "Hey everybody! How's everyone enjoying the holidays? Alrighty then. Say Wizardmon, everyone here likes you more than me for some reason. Why is that?" "Several reasons. For one, I know how to do my job. Hey Piddomon, I heard you actually did something useful for once. Even a broken clock is right twice a day, right?" "Hey, knock that off, you little wooden freak! I'm good at my job." "Sure you are, if your job is making Piedmon miss me even more. Holy mackerel, from Wizardmon to Piddomon. That's like going from a feast to a frozen pizza." "Stop making fun of me! Piedmon, this isn't fun anymore. Wizardmon's being mean to me!"
"Well you're the one controlling him! Stop embarrassing yourself." "Right right right. So Wizardmon, what's the deal with fruitcake? Could they make a dessert more unappealing?!" "I know what you mean, after all, you are practically a gourmet chef. I mean, the last time I had one of your meals, I didn't start throwing up for at least an hour or two." "Don't you dare criticize my cooking! It's very difficult." "Yes, you have to put the food inside the microwave, then turn it on. Quite challenging."
Piddomon's performance drags on for a while longer. The only one who seems to be enjoying it is Wormmon. "Haha! Mon, that Piddomon is such a dork. He's a worse cook than Judith!" Finally Piedmon has had enough, and starts hurling candy canes at the angel. "Oww! Stop it, Lord Piedmon! One of those just poked me in the eye." "Your standup routine needs some work. Now then, let's eat." The group heads to the buffet table and starts loading up their plates, when all of a sudden they hear a crashing sound outside. "What was that? Are raiders attacking the fortress?" The group heads outside to see what happened, with Wormmon stuffing his mouth with chicken all the way.
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Post by Dante on Jan 1, 2018 12:45:15 GMT
The gang rushes outside to see what happened. To their surprise, they see a sleigh that has crashed into one of the towers of the Dark Fortress. "D-D-D-Dante! Is that what I think it is?!" "Eh? Santa Claus?" Piedmon floats over to the wreckage, and finds an injured Saint Nick. "Oh. My. Goddess. It's really you! The fat man himself! Tell me, what are you doing in the Digital World in the first place?" Misty celebrates by jumping up and down, waving her arms. "Yay! Santa's here to give me my presents! I want a big box of candy beans, a magic kit, and for Dante to be my boyfriend." "Make it happen, San-tee Claus." "Hey!"
Santa struggles to sit up. He clenches the side of his chest in pain. "Oroagh, the pain! I was making deliveries in Japan, when all of a sudden I flew into a storm." Piddomon continues to use the Wizardmon dummy. "That makes perfect sense." Wormmon looks concerned. "What are we going to do, you guys? If Santa is hurt, what's going to happen to Christmas?" "Bah! I'm sick of the holidays anyways. It's just so commercial." Piedmon gives Dante a curious look. "There's more to Christmas than pushing merchandise. What about the pageantry? The traditions?" "I'll tell you where you can stick your traditions."
Santa takes offense to Dante's negativity. "Why Dante, Christmas is a wonderful day where families get together and celebrate the love we have for each other." "Nah uh, it's about the presents!" "So what would you have us do then, young Palladino? Would you have us cancel Christmas so you can live in your cynical little world?" "What I would do is go around and teach all the children a lesson. Life's not about receiving things you didn't earn. It's about hard work and self sacrifice. True happiness comes from enduring struggles and learning to deal with stress." "You're such a downer, brother. What's the matter? Is regular adult life and its many responsibilities getting to you?" "Ya, what about your inner child?"
"My inner child has been beaten into submission by the harsh realities of a cruel world, because of a society that continues to rapidly descend into lunacy." "I say, you're even more jaded and bitter than usual. But there is some truth to what you are saying." Dante walks over to Piedmon and looks up at the Prince of Chaos. "You know what I think we should do? You should fly Santa's sleigh, and give those spoiled brats a holiday they will never forget. Just think of the Chaos, Piedmon. Alarms are ringing, children screaming. It's time we put people who deserve it on the really naughty list."
Piedmon stares off into the sky for a moment. Hellfire and explosions dance in his eyes. "You know what? Yes, I think I will. Come here, fat man." Piedmon draws one of his swords and points it at Santa's beard. "Give me the suit." Santa frantically takes off his suit and hands the clothes to Piedmon. "If there's going to be senseless destruction, count me in!" Wormmon crawls up into the sleigh, still munching on food. Piedmon uses magic to fix up the sleigh. "Everything appears to be in order. There's just one problem. Prancer appears to be too injured to fly." "Well, that's too bad. I guess you won't be destroying Christmas, Lord Piedmon. Ha ha, ha ha." "I don't know what you're laughing for, Piddomon. You can fly, you're taking his place. Now put down that ridiculous puppet and put on the harness." "Would you believe me if I said it's not the first time I've heard that?"
Misty helps Piddomon into the harness, and puts the reigns in his mouth. The fallen angel tries to speak, but his voice is muffled. "Much better." Wormmon shoots a sticky net at Santa, tying him up with silk thread. 2 thirds of the Dark Triad sit in Santa's sleigh. "Well then, the suit fits nicely, we have a replacement Prancer, and there's a nip in the air. Let's ride!" "Wuhu ha ha ha ha!" Piedmon and Wormmon take off in Santa's sleigh. Dante, Judith, Misty, and the Wizardmon puppet are left standing outside the Dark Fortress. "Congratulations, Dante. Your bad attitude has ruined Christmas." "It's not my fault. Someone had to fight all the materialism and extravagance. You wanna go raid Piedmon's wine cellar?" "Do I ever!" The Palladino siblings run off to make themselves at home. "Hey, wait for me! I hate the holidays too, Dante. We have so much in common, it's like we're meant for each other!" Misty chases after them. The Wizardmon doll is left sitting outside.
..."It's good to see Lord Piedmon and the Goddess of Destruction getting along for once."
A strange man wearing a green coat and a pointy hat wanders by. "Santa! What happened to you?! Did that strange looking toy do this to you?" "Strange looking? You're the one wearing yellow tights. And you're only here to shoehorn in another reference. Now then, onto the mayhem."
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Post by Dante on Jan 3, 2018 13:41:11 GMT
And so Piedmon and the Worm King head to the Human World to cause destruction and mayhem. They would often steal people's presents for themselves, and Piedmon provided plenty of "not safe for children" toys such as exploding jack in the boxes, authentic medieval weapons, and lawn darts. They also saw fit to destroy decorations and vandalize the Christmas trees. When a couple of kids wake up and see Piedmon, he reaches into Santa's sack and pulls out a few mechanical toy soldiers to ward them away, before quietly phasing out through the wall. Wormmon takes out an rpg launcher and starts blowing inflatable decorations to smithereens. "Wu ha ha ha! Fear my rocket lawn chair. No, they don't want none!" Piedmon awkwardly stares over at Wormmon. "Too much?" "Just a little." Piddomon cowers with the other reindeer, trembling at the horrors these demons are unleashing on Christmas.
Back at the Dark Fortress, Dante, Judith, and Misty have raided the wine cellar and are getting hammered. Dante dances around while holding onto a bottle of wine. Judith is up on the stage singing off key. Misty takes out her D-tector and spirit evolves into the magician Cambramon. She starts performing magic tricks for their amusement. She takes off her top hat and pulls out a white rabbit, puts it back in, then pulls out a larger, much angrier rabbit. The rabbit charges towards Dante and leaps toward him, before disappearing into a cloud of smoke. Dante stumbles back and knocks over the buffet table.
Their shenanigans ensue for a while, but then a strange portal appears. Out walks a Terriermon with a long white beard wearing a Santa suit. He speaks with a gruff New York accent. "Ahem! What the hell are you doin' here? Do you know what you fools have done?!" "Great, another Santa. Why does every Terriermon I meet have facial hair?" "I'm the Digital World's Santa Claus. Would you mind explainin' ta me why Piedmon and Wormmon are going on a rampage?" "Because, consumerism, and stuff... *hic*"
The Terriermon walks over to Dante and hits him on the head with an oversized candy cane. "Thanks to you, Christmas will be ruined. I hope you're happy with yourself." Judith looks concerned. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, letting those two run wild." "Come on, let's get Santa and stop those menaces."
After a long night of causing destruction, Wormmon and Piedon fly Santa's sleigh to the top of a tall skyscraper in downtown Shibuya. "Look at all the great gifts we stole. Check it out, an anime love pillow." "I stole that one from Shirou." "What a fun night! We sure took down the establishment." "Pretty soon, those sheeple will be waking up, and they will be so devastated. Where are your corporate overlords now?" A portal opens up nearby, and the group appears.
"Hold it right there! Just look at what you did to Santa." "He had it coming. We taught everyone a lesson, right Dante?" "That's right, Worm, guy. The presents, and the *hic* commercials, and all the bull****, no good, stinking stuff, and it's more than a *hic* month long." "Okay, we've got to get some coffee in you. Dante you're drunk, again." "Wait a minute, did you drink my wine?!" "Will you jerks shut up?!" Terriermon takes out a snowglobe that shows different places around the world. "People are going crazy because of your escapades. Riots are breaking out, families are yelling at each other. This isn't what Christmas is about."
Piedmon crosses his arms and turns his nose up at Terriermon. "Hmph, well it's not supposed to be about materialism and corporate greed either." Piddomon takes the harness out of his mouth. "You guys! The magic of Christmas comes from the hearts of everyone. It doesn't matter what you add to it. You can have all those lame commercials, holiday songs, forests cut down for wrapping paper, and psychologically abusing your children by telling them that guy over there is watching them when they are sleeping. It's about being with your family, and right now, people are unhappy. I'd rather deal with the stressful parts of the holidays instead of people fighting each other."
"Piddomon, you actually make some sense. Alright, rodent Santa. How do you propose we fix this?" "Give me some of your magic energy, and I should be able to undo the damage. Due to a freak storm, somehow Santa crossed over into the Digital World, and it's my job to fix it when Digimon interfere with Christmas." Piedmon begrudgingly extends his hand and offers some of his energy. Terriermon starts shaking his snowglobe, and suddenly a bright light flashes and illuminates the area. The group find themselves back at the Dark Fortress. "There. Now try not to ruin Christmas again." Santa is overjoyed Christmas is saved. "Ah ho ho ho! Now I can finish delivering presents. I hoped you learned a lesson, Dante." "Nope. You're still a marketing gimmick." "Ah sod off, boy. Anyways, here are your presents. Merry Christmas!" Santa and Terriermon take off in his sleigh. "Well, it was fun while it lasted."
Everyone opens up their presents. Judith gets a fancy new coffee maker. Misty gets a virtual boyfriend video game. Piddomon gets a Wizardmon hat so he can pretend to be cool. Wormmon gets a mini red racecar he can drive around. Dante gets a leather jacket. Piedmon gets an award for best actor. All of them got presents, in spite that all of them were on the naughty list, besides Piddomon. Wormmon drives around in his racecar. "This turned out to be a good Christmas after all. Let's do this again next year!" "I would just like to thank my agent, Wizardmon, the '85 Chicago Bears..."
The group celebrates with a toast. Wormmon looks over at Dante. "Hey Dante, you're standing under the mistletoe." Dante looks up then turns around and sees Misty looking at him. "Pucker up." Misty tries to kiss Dante, but he quickly jumps back. "Oh no, nice try." Wormmon drives over in his little racecar and drifts in front of Misty. "Hey there, pretty lady." Misty smiles. She picks up Wormmon and kisses him on the head. "Woo! I love the holidays!"
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That one was out there. I'll go with bits but I didn't finish in time.
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Spire
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An In-Spire-ation to Us All
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OOC Name: Spiraga™
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Post by Spire on Jan 25, 2018 4:49:48 GMT
That's alright, you got more than 1000 words before the expiry date.
You get 5,000 bits!
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