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[Video starts. The camera is a bit shaky as black fur can be seen fairly up close to the screen. The fur slowly steps away from the camera until a tall black cat with a brown jacket and black shirt underneath can be seen. Fisk looks rather occward as he looks at the camera. Regular font is Fisk. Bold is Commandramon.]

"Is this good?" he asked. A voice off screen can be heard.

"Looks perfect sir."

"Okay...are we recording?"

"Yes sir."

"Hello? Hello to...whoever has the time to watch this. My name is Fisk Black. It seems I've been dropped here in this...Digital World. I am lost and in need of assistance. I would greatly appreciate any info or evac anyone can spare. And...does anyone know how I get home?"

[the video loses focus on Fisk as it is moved around a bit before the video cuts out]

Comments

[armycatblack.livejournal.com]

I see. Hmmm. I guess I'll have to find a teacher then. Thanks for the warning.

Although, not to be mean, but if we talk more later on, try to avoid really big nerd speech, or you're going to lose me. I have trouble enough understanding Tommy back home when he talks about level 15 wizard and stuff. I mean, I understand everything you just said, but I'm guessing you're the genius nerd type. No offense.

[techsavytabby.livejournal.com]

A-ah heh...yes erm...sorry.

[In the backround his digimon is laughing her head off]

I do have a tendency to ramble and express my extensive vocabulary, I apologize in advance.

[armycatblack.livejournal.com]

Hey it's fine. Just thought I'd give you the heads up. I'm not the mechanic scientific type. I shoot things and I'm good at it. That's just how I am.