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Mission Director Mr. Oshawim by ~Cannonfodder10503
TDC2 Round 1 Obtaining the Digimental"They're catching up!!", Blaze shouted behind me. We had been running for a bit and I figured it would take a while for them to catch up. Boy was I wrong.TDC2 Round 1 Obtaining the Digimental by ~Cannonfodder10503
"Holy SHIT!!", I stated, turning around to how far behind they were. "I thought… it take longer…. for them… to catch up." I panted; I really needed to get into shape. Still we had made pretty good ground. The ground had started to change, becoming rocky and I could see sunlight through the branches.
Suddenly from in front of me, a Tatoskmon jumped from the branches above. "Gnaw and Claw!!!", the squirrel Digimon screeched as it lunged. I readied my branch, but then.
"Look
TDC2 Round 1 Escaping the hoard"ugggh….", I moaned, 'What was the plates of that truck that hit me?', I wondered as I struggled to consiousness.TDC2 Round 1 Escaping the hoard by ~Cannonfodder10503
"Josh, OH MAN! Are you all right?", I heard someone say concerned. I opened my eyes, but everything was so fuzzy, I tried to get up, but the muscles in my arms were sore. "Josh relax, I found your glasses in the dirt here. Your lucky there not broken", the voice –no Blazermon said.
"Mhhhmp!!", I grunted, as I got to sitting position. He gave me back my glasses; looking down at me his red eyes glazed with concern for my wellbeing. It gave me a feel of warmth that I knew he'd be by my side through thick and thin. I duste
TDC2 Round 1 An unwelcome beginning*screech* "Hey guys I'm home!!!!!", I shouted as I opened the door. It was the last day of Junior year, well it was anyway. Now I could finally relax, play video games, and have fun for the next three months.TDC2 Round 1 An unwelcome beginning by ~Cannonfodder10503
Yes no headaches, no late nights studying, no exams, or worries, just- "Hi Josh", my brother Alex shouted from upstairs, "I saw Blazermon dragging your camping things into your room from the garage. Whatever he's doing make sure it doesn't get us grounded!" Well that ended the beginnings of a great summer. Sighing I walked up the stairs, petting my dog Scout (a large black lab); who liked to watch the window waiting for us to come home.
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