MPC 73B: The Dark Triad
Apr 1, 2020 9:44:20 GMT
Post by Dante on Apr 1, 2020 9:44:20 GMT
Ever since Dante first met Wormmon, the two have gone on all kinds of crazy adventures. It hasn't always been easy for Dante and others to get along with the obnoxious Worm King, but in Wormmon's past life, he, or rather she, was even more malicious. Dante and Wormmon have gone to the Village of Beginnings to look after Baby Digimon. Wormmon tells the younglings a story from his past.
The Dark Area is a place of chaos. Vicious warlords clash against each other for control over territories. The most powerful faction in the area? The Dark Triad. Consisting of The Goddess of Destruction, The Dark One, and the Prince of Chaos, these three villains rule these barren lands with an iron fist. Surrounded by a lake of lava rests the Dark Fortress, an ideal location for many a dark lord to call home. From here, the trio plots their next move.
Alone in the planning room sits a Digimon in a dark cloak. His claws reach out and organize maps and scouting reports on an old table. The Dark One meticulously goes through the papers, hunched over in the barely lit room. All of a sudden, the room lights up in a flash, as the door slams open. The Dark One roars in frustration. A Digimon sorceress clad in purple and black robes barges in.
"Heyo, baby. Whatcha working on?" "Leave me alone this instant! If you are not going to help me with these files, don't distract me from my work." "What's there to think about? We get all of our strongest forces, go to a place we want, and slaughter any mon foolish enough to stand in our way!" "It's not that simple, Lily. We need battle strategies, and economic reports!" "N'yeh! Only you could make being an evil overlord boring! Come on, let's bust some skulls. We took down the other Goddesses, so who's left to challenge us?"
The Dark One sets down the papers and gets up in a huff, his breath seeping out from underneath his large hood like fog. "If you are so eager to get your hands dirty, why don't you and the fool go raid the village in the southwest? We need food for our armies." "Ugh, fine. Those peasants are too weak to enjoy squashing. I'll bring you back a skull." "Don't bother, we've got enough skulls gathering dust around this old dump. Even I think this place is too dark and Grim." "Hey! Don't you go soft on me."
Lilithmon storms off, and the Dark One gets back to tediously filing papers. The Goddess of Destruction floats down the hallway on a purple cloud, flying towards the loungeroom/theater. Up on the stage, two Digimon are playing DDR on a big projector. Piedmon is dressed like some kind of 80's jazzercise/Japanese teen hybrid, wearing legwarmers and a yellow leotard two sizes too small. Piedmon and Wizardmon dance along to the music, oblivious to Lilithmon entering the room.
"Uh, huh, oh yes! Moving to the beat! Come on, Wizardmon, here comes the fast part." Both Digimon rapidly stomp their feet like a herd of wild mustangs. "Ahem! Prince of Chaos, what the hell are you doing?" Piedmon is startled and trips, falling off the dance pad. "Oh! Lilithmon, we're just uh, doing a little dancin'." Piedmon scrambles back to his feet and starts dancing, but his score is lower because he missed some steps. The song comes to an end and Wizardmon wins.
"Looks like I win again, Lord Piedmon. Not to rub it in, but that's 74 times in a row." "W'yah! I call shenanigans! Lilithmon distracted me." "Right. What about the other 72 games?" "Um, actually, 74 minus 1 is 73." "No one likes a know-it-all." "Hmph, tell that to our partner. The Dark One thinks he's so much smarter than us, because he's always, planning, and coming up with schemes." "I'll have you know that I am quite intelligent indeed. Nobody in the Dark Area is a better theater buff than I, milady." "Ya, well if I need to know the cast of some boardwalk play from the 80's I'll holler at ya." "Lady Lilithmon, don't you mean Broadway?" "Stop correcting your superior, wizard!"
Piedmon strolls over to Lilithmon, making a saucy expression. "Would you like to play a song? You have an amazing body for dancing." "Keep your pants on, pervert! You know the only mon for me is the Dark One." "That creep? He doesn't deserve a womon like you. You are a Goddess! You deserve someone who will worship you." Piedmon looks up at Lilithmon on her cloud, making a puppy dog face. Lilithmon yawns and waves her hand towards the jester, shooting a small blast of bright violet colored energy at his face.
"I didn't come here to be hit on. The Dark One suggested we raid a nearby village." "You mean the two of us? Ya, I'm down for a good old raid." "The two of you, raiding a village? Think of the property damage." "What say you, sorcerer?" "I mean, you two are not exactly careful. Your battles destroy the surrounding area." "He's right. Remember that time at the ice cream parlor? They gave me a large cone, when I ordered a super large cone? I sure taught those soulless bastards a lesson." "You turned that poor Impmon into a doll, and dunked him into the cream ice before blowing up the damn place."
"Those were good times." "Whatever, just go change. Meet me at the front gate when you are ready." Lilithmon floats off, even more annoyed at Piedmon than usual. Piedmon watches her leave, then makes a wicked expression. "Stupid Piedmon, she probably thinks I'm an idiot! Oh, Wizardmon, what does it take to win the heart of a beautiful womon?" "Well, from my experience, womon like big, strong, rugged, handsome mons. Digimon that act serious, and don't spend more time on their hair than they do. So, basically, everything about you is 100% repulsive to womon, and the exact opposite of what they are looking for."
"Words, hurt, you know!" "That is just one will user's opinion. You are great at lots of things, Lord Piedmon. You just have the same appeal to womon as a wet fish in December." "Hmm, there has to be some way I can win Lilithmon's heart." Lilithmon floats back into the room. "I can hear you. Go get ready." "Oh, yes! Coming, milady!"
Looks like the Dark Triad is a love triangle as well. I'm sure this won't have a tragic ending.
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[Part One. Good health to you and your loved ones.]
The Dark Area is a place of chaos. Vicious warlords clash against each other for control over territories. The most powerful faction in the area? The Dark Triad. Consisting of The Goddess of Destruction, The Dark One, and the Prince of Chaos, these three villains rule these barren lands with an iron fist. Surrounded by a lake of lava rests the Dark Fortress, an ideal location for many a dark lord to call home. From here, the trio plots their next move.
Alone in the planning room sits a Digimon in a dark cloak. His claws reach out and organize maps and scouting reports on an old table. The Dark One meticulously goes through the papers, hunched over in the barely lit room. All of a sudden, the room lights up in a flash, as the door slams open. The Dark One roars in frustration. A Digimon sorceress clad in purple and black robes barges in.
"Heyo, baby. Whatcha working on?" "Leave me alone this instant! If you are not going to help me with these files, don't distract me from my work." "What's there to think about? We get all of our strongest forces, go to a place we want, and slaughter any mon foolish enough to stand in our way!" "It's not that simple, Lily. We need battle strategies, and economic reports!" "N'yeh! Only you could make being an evil overlord boring! Come on, let's bust some skulls. We took down the other Goddesses, so who's left to challenge us?"
The Dark One sets down the papers and gets up in a huff, his breath seeping out from underneath his large hood like fog. "If you are so eager to get your hands dirty, why don't you and the fool go raid the village in the southwest? We need food for our armies." "Ugh, fine. Those peasants are too weak to enjoy squashing. I'll bring you back a skull." "Don't bother, we've got enough skulls gathering dust around this old dump. Even I think this place is too dark and Grim." "Hey! Don't you go soft on me."
Lilithmon storms off, and the Dark One gets back to tediously filing papers. The Goddess of Destruction floats down the hallway on a purple cloud, flying towards the loungeroom/theater. Up on the stage, two Digimon are playing DDR on a big projector. Piedmon is dressed like some kind of 80's jazzercise/Japanese teen hybrid, wearing legwarmers and a yellow leotard two sizes too small. Piedmon and Wizardmon dance along to the music, oblivious to Lilithmon entering the room.
"Uh, huh, oh yes! Moving to the beat! Come on, Wizardmon, here comes the fast part." Both Digimon rapidly stomp their feet like a herd of wild mustangs. "Ahem! Prince of Chaos, what the hell are you doing?" Piedmon is startled and trips, falling off the dance pad. "Oh! Lilithmon, we're just uh, doing a little dancin'." Piedmon scrambles back to his feet and starts dancing, but his score is lower because he missed some steps. The song comes to an end and Wizardmon wins.
"Looks like I win again, Lord Piedmon. Not to rub it in, but that's 74 times in a row." "W'yah! I call shenanigans! Lilithmon distracted me." "Right. What about the other 72 games?" "Um, actually, 74 minus 1 is 73." "No one likes a know-it-all." "Hmph, tell that to our partner. The Dark One thinks he's so much smarter than us, because he's always, planning, and coming up with schemes." "I'll have you know that I am quite intelligent indeed. Nobody in the Dark Area is a better theater buff than I, milady." "Ya, well if I need to know the cast of some boardwalk play from the 80's I'll holler at ya." "Lady Lilithmon, don't you mean Broadway?" "Stop correcting your superior, wizard!"
Piedmon strolls over to Lilithmon, making a saucy expression. "Would you like to play a song? You have an amazing body for dancing." "Keep your pants on, pervert! You know the only mon for me is the Dark One." "That creep? He doesn't deserve a womon like you. You are a Goddess! You deserve someone who will worship you." Piedmon looks up at Lilithmon on her cloud, making a puppy dog face. Lilithmon yawns and waves her hand towards the jester, shooting a small blast of bright violet colored energy at his face.
"I didn't come here to be hit on. The Dark One suggested we raid a nearby village." "You mean the two of us? Ya, I'm down for a good old raid." "The two of you, raiding a village? Think of the property damage." "What say you, sorcerer?" "I mean, you two are not exactly careful. Your battles destroy the surrounding area." "He's right. Remember that time at the ice cream parlor? They gave me a large cone, when I ordered a super large cone? I sure taught those soulless bastards a lesson." "You turned that poor Impmon into a doll, and dunked him into the cream ice before blowing up the damn place."
"Those were good times." "Whatever, just go change. Meet me at the front gate when you are ready." Lilithmon floats off, even more annoyed at Piedmon than usual. Piedmon watches her leave, then makes a wicked expression. "Stupid Piedmon, she probably thinks I'm an idiot! Oh, Wizardmon, what does it take to win the heart of a beautiful womon?" "Well, from my experience, womon like big, strong, rugged, handsome mons. Digimon that act serious, and don't spend more time on their hair than they do. So, basically, everything about you is 100% repulsive to womon, and the exact opposite of what they are looking for."
"Words, hurt, you know!" "That is just one will user's opinion. You are great at lots of things, Lord Piedmon. You just have the same appeal to womon as a wet fish in December." "Hmm, there has to be some way I can win Lilithmon's heart." Lilithmon floats back into the room. "I can hear you. Go get ready." "Oh, yes! Coming, milady!"
Looks like the Dark Triad is a love triangle as well. I'm sure this won't have a tragic ending.
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[Part One. Good health to you and your loved ones.]
