The wind flowed spraying like into Digimon's face but he was not intrested. The wrold needed to be saved becuse an evil scintist had created a machine that culd destory it! Digimon has a hard time getting into the scientist lair where the man had a gun.
"It's too late," he smiled. It was an evil smile that he held the gun with.
"No it's not too late YOU MONSTER! I WIIL DESTORY YOU!" and he charged. And he used his digimon powar to kill him. The wrold was saved from evil.
"Hooray I saved the wolrd!" he shouted. "THE WORLD IS SAFE"
CHAPTER TWO:
Digimon goes home
But he found that on the way home there was no road. It was too late like the scintist said. He had already destored the road and the people were trapped on the island that they were trapped in.
There was nothing he could do. So he went home and cried.
4chan BBS - Mat Dickie
dis.4chan.org/read/prog/1249744880/561-600
Dec 10, 2009 - 40 posts - 3 authors
The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were scientists in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for ...
Mat Dickie waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were scientists in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to game industry were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Mat was an artist for fourteen years. When he was young he played the games and he said to dad "I want to be on the game development daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY SCIENTISTS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the catholic school he knew there were scientists
"This is artists" the radio crackered. "You must fight the scientists!"
So Mat gotted his art form by the throat and draged it to its apex.
"HE GOING TO REPLACE US" said the scientists
"I will discuss with him" said the cyberscientist and he fired the scientific arguments. Mat deflected at him and tried to deliver innovative concepts that simply cannot be found anywhere else. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to discuss.
"No! I must replace the scientists" he shouted
The radio said "No, Mat. You are the scientists"
And then Mat was a game developer.
n0n3 waited. The screen before him flickered, then flashed blue. There were faceless men in the machine. He couldn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to the computer security industry had long gone ignored, and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
n0n3 had been operating the machines for nearly twelve years. When he was younger he had dream't of men in hoods, faces hidden, and had thought it was about the religious mob. But now he was not so certain. Though in the machine he knew there would be malicious code. Monitoring. Waiting.
For what he wondered..
"It is time", the textboard announced. "You must defeat the system now, before it is too late."
"What's up?", he thought. But the First CyberWorld War had just begun, and the connection to the textboard timed-out. Once again he was disconnected, alone in the world.
n0n3 thought back to times before now, when even the thought of being alone was painful. But now he knew he was not the only one. "Such is fate" he mumbled to himself..
Across the information superhighway, ordinary packets went about their usual function, unaware of a small anomalous background activity gently weaving itself through the outer-networks.
Soon it would be on the inside...