09-14-2006, 11:13 AM
I'm going to post up the story in sections rather than all at once since I'm still tweaking it. Feedback is much appreciated, as a story can never be too good. Also, I'm still technically a beginner when it comes to writing stories, so forgive me if it looks crappy (A proofreader would be much appreciated).
Disclaimer: Digimon does not belong to me. And this story owes it's creation to Red Rover's magnificent "End Game" series.
Ever since that damn revolution against the Council, things have become harder for a guy to survive in this hell. Especially with those fucking spires. These thoughts ran through the mind of a young teenage boy as he stealthfully traveled down a ravaged city block, making sure to stay in the shadows.
The teenager had definatly seen better days. He was dressed in a pair of dirty blue jeans, a black shirt that had long slashes on it that revealed his bare chest and back, and a pair of black and green combat boots. He wasn
Disclaimer: Digimon does not belong to me. And this story owes it's creation to Red Rover's magnificent "End Game" series.
Ever since that damn revolution against the Council, things have become harder for a guy to survive in this hell. Especially with those fucking spires. These thoughts ran through the mind of a young teenage boy as he stealthfully traveled down a ravaged city block, making sure to stay in the shadows.
The teenager had definatly seen better days. He was dressed in a pair of dirty blue jeans, a black shirt that had long slashes on it that revealed his bare chest and back, and a pair of black and green combat boots. He wasn