03-12-2009, 09:13 AM
OOC: okay, I figure 8 players is enough. If anyone wants to join in from here on out, don't hesitate to do so. The Digital World is a big place, and people are paranoid about digimon. There are an insane amount of people that want to be a Digimon Marshall. Lets say, 7 billion humans, 2 billion Anthros, in the world, and roughly 500 million Digimon Marshalls. We're gonna be bumping into eachother. So don't be afraid to join in mid-game.
IC:
[The Digital World]
{Desert/Plains Region}
A small base popped up seemingly overnight, The insignia of The Digimon Marshalls bolted on a giant steel plaque on the front door. It is roughly three miles outside of a small town, populated by digimon. Inside the walls of the base, is a power-nuts dream come true. High-Tech equipment, Vehicles free to use, training areas, a fully-stocked cafeteria, a break room equipped with the latest computer entertainment systems, and an Armory that'll make any grown male blush.
A grey-furred wolf is standing outside, smoking a cigarette, leaning against the wall next to his partner, a black-furred Renamon. His black trenchcoat and brightly polished badge seem out of place in the sweltering heat and sun of the Region he was sent to patrol, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Well, looks like we got our recruits comin' soon." Brandon stated, taking a drag off of his cigarette.
"Yes...and only two humans out of the bunch..." Reyna replied, watching the heat boil off the primitive dirt road.
"...makes you wonder why they didn't give us more humans..." he thought aloud, as he exhaled the bluish-grey smoke.
[The Digital World]
{Dark Mountain Region}
A low, demonic cackling was heard echoing from a seemingly abandoned Castle. A dark robed figure walked in slowly, cackling to himself. He was flanked on either side by a pair of Darkrenamon, his black-furred assassins and bodyguards.
"Soon..." He said lowly, his voice sounding like serrated steel, "soon, we shall bring back the Dark Masters, and we shall rule the worlds!!!"
He cackled again, as he stepped inside the abandoned palace.
IC:
[The Digital World]
{Desert/Plains Region}
A small base popped up seemingly overnight, The insignia of The Digimon Marshalls bolted on a giant steel plaque on the front door. It is roughly three miles outside of a small town, populated by digimon. Inside the walls of the base, is a power-nuts dream come true. High-Tech equipment, Vehicles free to use, training areas, a fully-stocked cafeteria, a break room equipped with the latest computer entertainment systems, and an Armory that'll make any grown male blush.
A grey-furred wolf is standing outside, smoking a cigarette, leaning against the wall next to his partner, a black-furred Renamon. His black trenchcoat and brightly polished badge seem out of place in the sweltering heat and sun of the Region he was sent to patrol, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Well, looks like we got our recruits comin' soon." Brandon stated, taking a drag off of his cigarette.
"Yes...and only two humans out of the bunch..." Reyna replied, watching the heat boil off the primitive dirt road.
"...makes you wonder why they didn't give us more humans..." he thought aloud, as he exhaled the bluish-grey smoke.
[The Digital World]
{Dark Mountain Region}
A low, demonic cackling was heard echoing from a seemingly abandoned Castle. A dark robed figure walked in slowly, cackling to himself. He was flanked on either side by a pair of Darkrenamon, his black-furred assassins and bodyguards.
"Soon..." He said lowly, his voice sounding like serrated steel, "soon, we shall bring back the Dark Masters, and we shall rule the worlds!!!"
He cackled again, as he stepped inside the abandoned palace.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
