A new kind of flavor (Rosewood C, Complete)
Jul 19, 2018 9:35:43 GMT
Post by Jeremiah Regis on Jul 19, 2018 9:35:43 GMT
In his assessment of the digital world so far, Jeremiah had noticed one glaring issue. It was an odd combination of human and animalistic, especially when it came to how it raised its digimon. From what he could tell, there was a large period of growth that most digimon were left on their own, at the mercy of other digimon. Stronger, more aggressive and dangerous digimon. While it had a good idea, it proceeded to follow that good idea up with an exceptionally bad one.
In this case, the good idea was the Village of Beginnings. A small village in the Eastern Timberlands, the Village of Beginnings was a place that digimon were born. Or hatched, was probably more appropriate. A sanctuary for infant digimon, they stayed there while they developed, being guarded from the outside, dangerous world by stronger, more capable digimon. An absolutely fantastic idea. With a civilisation as advanced as the digimon one, there was no need for survival of the fittest, per se, and having a supportive background during development was good.
Where it went wrong, however, was after. Having learnt that many of the "Rookie" class digimon were little more than children, alarm bells had gone off in his head. From what he understood, after leaving the Village of Beginnings, they had no real protection apart from themselves. But, at the same time, they were practically kicked out upon hitting rookie. Because of this, it was exceedingly dangerous. Combine that with the fact that there was no major town in this area, it made it even more dangerous that nit needed to be!
In this location, however, it seemed like the perfect place to build a town. Rosewood Village. A place for Rookie digimon to get stronger, train up, and learn to survive the harsh wilderness of the digital world. It was still a dream, but it was a dream that was steadily progressing onwards. He leaned against a fencepost, surveying the place. Digimon and humans alike worked tirelessley to create this town, a safe haven for the children of the digital world. It was a nice sight to behold. A soft smile spread across his face, as he took a deep breath, savouring the smell of-
What.
What was that god awful smell wafting around. His nose crinkling, he went to find the source of his disgust. He followed the pungent smell, the potent aroma drawing him ever closer to the insult to the senses that was creating this stench.
He wound through buildings, down alleyways, and across bustling thoroughfares. He heard the sounds of singing and merriment, as those that were at the source of the smell drank away their hard days labour. A bowl of slop sat in between them, the offending substance. The smell that rose from it was so horrifying, he couldn't understand how the workers were sitting so close to it. A mixture of digimon and humans sat in the circle, singing and drinking. So, he walked up to the closest one and tapped him on the shoulder.
In this case, the good idea was the Village of Beginnings. A small village in the Eastern Timberlands, the Village of Beginnings was a place that digimon were born. Or hatched, was probably more appropriate. A sanctuary for infant digimon, they stayed there while they developed, being guarded from the outside, dangerous world by stronger, more capable digimon. An absolutely fantastic idea. With a civilisation as advanced as the digimon one, there was no need for survival of the fittest, per se, and having a supportive background during development was good.
Where it went wrong, however, was after. Having learnt that many of the "Rookie" class digimon were little more than children, alarm bells had gone off in his head. From what he understood, after leaving the Village of Beginnings, they had no real protection apart from themselves. But, at the same time, they were practically kicked out upon hitting rookie. Because of this, it was exceedingly dangerous. Combine that with the fact that there was no major town in this area, it made it even more dangerous that nit needed to be!
In this location, however, it seemed like the perfect place to build a town. Rosewood Village. A place for Rookie digimon to get stronger, train up, and learn to survive the harsh wilderness of the digital world. It was still a dream, but it was a dream that was steadily progressing onwards. He leaned against a fencepost, surveying the place. Digimon and humans alike worked tirelessley to create this town, a safe haven for the children of the digital world. It was a nice sight to behold. A soft smile spread across his face, as he took a deep breath, savouring the smell of-
What.
What was that god awful smell wafting around. His nose crinkling, he went to find the source of his disgust. He followed the pungent smell, the potent aroma drawing him ever closer to the insult to the senses that was creating this stench.
He wound through buildings, down alleyways, and across bustling thoroughfares. He heard the sounds of singing and merriment, as those that were at the source of the smell drank away their hard days labour. A bowl of slop sat in between them, the offending substance. The smell that rose from it was so horrifying, he couldn't understand how the workers were sitting so close to it. A mixture of digimon and humans sat in the circle, singing and drinking. So, he walked up to the closest one and tapped him on the shoulder.
