Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 20:10:01 GMT -5
THE STORYLINE
Constants are now changing and changes are trapped in limbo. The server tree is lost. It now drifts in an inaccessible vacuum of space in the heavens above where its roots once grasped. It could not sustain its hold to an imperfect world.
Of unknown origins and face a new god has taken its place. Homeostasis. All that is known about this mysterious entity is that it wishes to restore order and so, it has summoned you. Something else however is calling out to the children as well. The very same something, very same someone, who caused the loss of the server tree.
Digimon and the world itself are de-evolving. Large chunks of floating land are scattered in the skies. Where they tore away from a thick impenetrable blackness is left. The balance of the Digital World is at a critical level. The flow of composed and dispersed data is broken. Digimon who are deleted don't come back.
The higher levels take more time but eventually almost all Digimon will meet the same fate; to cease to exist, or so it seems. This lost data is being collected by the very same darkness which hides behind the safe-guarded black pits. There is hope, however small, that this new generation of children will be the ones to open its portals and ultimately defeat it.
Their devices give their Digimon an immunity to de-evolution and shields them from the darkness's pull. For many even this is not enough to survive. Wild Digimon are losing their minds, becoming shells of their former selves. All that is left is their core desire; to destroy.
Run towards the darkness or away, the world might not be Around in the coming days without your aid.
Of unknown origins and face a new god has taken its place. Homeostasis. All that is known about this mysterious entity is that it wishes to restore order and so, it has summoned you. Something else however is calling out to the children as well. The very same something, very same someone, who caused the loss of the server tree.
Digimon and the world itself are de-evolving. Large chunks of floating land are scattered in the skies. Where they tore away from a thick impenetrable blackness is left. The balance of the Digital World is at a critical level. The flow of composed and dispersed data is broken. Digimon who are deleted don't come back.
The higher levels take more time but eventually almost all Digimon will meet the same fate; to cease to exist, or so it seems. This lost data is being collected by the very same darkness which hides behind the safe-guarded black pits. There is hope, however small, that this new generation of children will be the ones to open its portals and ultimately defeat it.
Their devices give their Digimon an immunity to de-evolution and shields them from the darkness's pull. For many even this is not enough to survive. Wild Digimon are losing their minds, becoming shells of their former selves. All that is left is their core desire; to destroy.
Run towards the darkness or away, the world might not be Around in the coming days without your aid.
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