Sing, Muse, of the Digi-mercs brave, 
Whose fate was bound to the Digital wave. 
Olga from Russia, with hair like fire, 
Malek from Saudi, with a heart full of desire, 
Jean from France, with wit as sharp as steel, 
David from Israel, with courage that's real, 
And Nigel from the UK, with a spirit so bright, 
Together they entered the Digiworld that night.
They fell through the sky, with a thunderous sound, 
Their fate in this world, yet to be found. 
But as they looked around, they saw a world so strange, 
A world of monsters, and creatures, with a range, 
Of powers so great, it left them in awe, 
And they knew in that moment, they had a new call.

And so they journeyed, with courage in their heart, 
Their destiny unknown, right from the start. 
But they knew, together, they would succeed, 
And with their Digimon, they would always be freed. 
For they were the Digidestined, a force to be reckoned, 
And in this Digital world, they would never be second.

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But ere we delve further into their quest, 
Let us turn our gaze to the Russian guest, 
Olga, whose fiery hair burned bright, 
Whose story, before her journey, we must write.
In life, she lived in a lifeless place, 
A concrete building with no trace, 
Of beauty or love, only despair, 
A place where joy was rare.
She was an addict, her life a haze, 
Lost in a world of endless craze, 
And her parents, lost in their own strife, 
Paid her no heed, for they had no life.
But it was her brother, a babe so young, 
Who bore the brunt of her rage, unsung, 
For in her addiction, she knew no bounds, 
And his flesh, with cigarettes, she would wound.
Oh, how his cries pierced the night, 
A helpless soul, with no respite, 
And Olga, with her heart full of woe, 
Knew not how to stop, nor where to go.
Until one day, when she fell through the sky, 
Into the Digital world, where she would try, 
To be the hero, that she knew she could be, 
And in this new world, find her destiny.
With her Digimon by her side, 
She would fight, and never hide, 
From the dangers that lay ahead, 
For a gram of blow, she would give head.
And so, we leave Olga, in this new land, 
Her past, a shadow, at her command, 
With her future, an unknown road, 
But with her Digimon, she would carry the load.






As Olga wandered the Digital world, 
A companion she sought, with her heart unfurled, 
And it was then, in a clearing so bright, 
That she saw a creature, a wondrous sight.
It was Wanyamon, a small ball of fluff, 
And Olga, in her state, thought it was enough, 
To satisfy her craving for a sweet treat, 
And so she squeezed the Digimon, her fingers neat.
But to her surprise, it was not ice cream, 
That flowed from the creature, a horrid stream, 
Of poop, that stank and made her gag, 
And in that moment, her senses began to sag.
But then, a roar, shook the earth, 
And from the trees, emerged a beast of girth, 
Kuwagamon, a Digimon so strong, 
And Olga knew, that she did not belong.
But Wanyamon, with a heart so brave,
 Digivolved, into a Digimon so grave, 
Gazimon, with ears so tall, 
And in that moment, Olga did not fall.
Together, they fought, with might so great, 
Against the beast, that threatened their fate, 
And with a final blow, from Gazimon's paw, 
Kuwagamon fell, his spirit raw.

But Olga, with her wits so sharp, 
Finished him off, with a broken beer shard, 
And in that moment, she knew she was strong, 
And in this new world, she did belong.
For she had found a friend, a Digimon so true, 
And in this new land, her journey anew, 
With Gazimon by her side, and a heart so bright, 
Olga knew, that she was ready to fight.

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Now our tale takes us to a different shore, 
To a world so different, and to a boy so sure, 
Malek, son of a sheikh, with a life so grand, 
But a fate that would take him to a different land.

Born of a lineage, so steeped in tradition, 
Living on an oil rig, a life without imposition, 
His mother, a niece of a man so feared, 
Osama Bin Laden, his name [not] to be revered.
But Malek, with his heart so pure, 
Wanted to find something, an adventure to lure, 
And in the Digital world, he found his call, 
A journey so great, that would enthrall.

Impmon, his Digimon, with a cheeky grin, 
Malek thought him a Djinn, with powers within, 
And as they walked, through forests so green, 
Mamemon appeared, with a wicked gleam.

Tempting Malek, with promises so grand, 
To join him, and rule with an iron hand, 
With power, that would blow things up, 
Malek was tempted, but did not interrupt.

For his heart was strong, and his spirit firm, 
He knew what was right, and did not squirm, 
Impmon, with his quick wit, 
Blowed Mamemon up, his spirit unfit.

And in that moment, Malek knew, 
That his journey would not be easy, but true, 
With Impmon, by his side, 
He would fight, with honor and pride.



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Our story now turns to a boy named David, 
Born to a banker and a lawyer, his future was avid, 
With an annoying nasal voice, that grated on the ear, 
His journey to the Digital world, was one with fear.

Partnered with Dreidelmon, a Digimon so rare, 
In the shape of a dreidel, with spinning to spare, 
David thought it was lame, a toy of clay, 
But in this world, he soon found it okay.

No Digimon wanted to risk being called an anti-Semite, 
So David was safe, from a vicious fight, 
But the lack of excitement, made him bored, 
And with a plan, he quickly soared.

He asked for directions, to the king of the land, 
So he could sue him, with a wave of his hand, 
For he was a son of a banker and a lawyer, 
And in the courtroom, he was like a destroyer.

But as he walked, through the fields so wide, 
He found a land, with no place to hide, 
A Digimon, so strong, with power to spare, 
Attacked David, with a ferocious glare.

But Dreidelmon, with a spin so true, 
Saved David, and defeated the Digimon too, 
And in that moment, David knew, 
That in this world, he had a friend that was new.

For Dreidelmon, with a heart so strong, 
Taught David, that he did belong, 
In this world, with its dangers and might, 
David found a new spirit, and a new light.

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Our story takes us now to a boy named Jean, 
A right-winger misanthrope, his story began, 
He wanted to follow Hitler's path, 
But fate had a different plan, and the aftermath.
He failed to get into an art academy, so he thought, 
But to his dismay, he got accepted, and it was fraught, 
For his plan to fail, and to be a martyr, 
Was shattered, and it made him feel like a barter.

In the Digital world, he found his partner, 
Wizardmon, with magic, and a heart so tender, 
But in his heart, Jean was full of hate, 
And it consumed him, and sealed his fate.

As they walked, through a field so drear, 
An episode of depression, so hard to bear, 
Consumed Jean, and he set some cars on fire, 
Wizardmon watched, with a heart full of desire.

Desperate to help, Wizardmon tried, 
To calm Jean down, but he was denied, 
For the flames, were like a tonic, 
That consumed Jean, and left him in a panic.

But Wizardmon, with a magic so rare, 
Helped Jean, and calmed him with a gentle care, 
And in that moment, Jean knew, 
That his journey was not over, but new.

For Wizardmon, with his magic so strong, 
Taught Jean, that hate was not where he belonged, 
And in this world, with magic so bright, 
Jean found a new way, and a new sight.


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Let us now turn our attention to a boy named Nigel, 
A chav from Manchester, with a style so agile, 
When he entered the Digital world, he was partnered with Leomon, 
A Digimon so brave, with a heart so golden.

Together they walked, through the land so wide, 
Fighting battles, side by side, 
Leomon was Nigel's friend, and his guide, 
With him, Nigel felt like he could ride.

But fate had a different plan in store, 
For Leomon was killed, in a way so poor, 
Nigel watched, with tears in his eyes, 
As his friend fell, and said his goodbyes.

Leomon's death, it was so funny, 
But for Nigel, it was no laughing money,
He went back to the human world, with a heavy heart, 
Leomon's death, had torn him apart.

Back in the human world, Nigel felt lost,
He missed Leomon, at such a cost,
But in his heart, he knew,
That his journey in the Digital world, was not yet through.

For Leomon, with his courage so bold,
 Taught Nigel, to be brave, and to be strong,
 And in this world, with its many woes,
 Nigel knew, that he could fight, and he could grow.


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Malek and David, they met at last, 
In the Digital world, with its shadows so vast, 
Both were suspicious, of the other's intention, 
But they knew, that they needed cooperation.

Malek, with his Impmon, and David with his Dreidelmon
, Stood facing each other, in the early dawn,
 Each sizing the other up, with a suspicious eye,
 Wondering if they should fight, or say goodbye.

But then they realized, that they needed each other, 
For in the Digital world, there was no other, 
They decided to make a truce, and to work together, 
To fight the battles, that would come, and weather.

Malek and David, they made a plan, 
To find the king, and to take a stand, 
Against the forces of darkness, that threatened to take over, 
And to protect the Digital world, from the forces of the rover.

With their Digimon partners, by their side, 
Malek and David, they set out to ride, 
Through the Digital world, with its twists and turns, 
And the battles they faced, with all their might and turns.

They fought together, side by side, 
Their truce, it held, and they never lied, 
And with each battle, they grew stronger, 
Their friendship, it held, and it lasted longer.


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Whilom, in the land of Digimon,
Where many a wight did fight anon,
There lived a righte misanthrope,
Named Jean, who had lost all hope.

He wandered through the Digital land,
With Wizardmon, his partner in hand,
Until he met a lady, faire and bright,
Who caught his eye, and filled his sight.

Her name was Olga, from Russia fair,
And with her Wanyamon, she did fare,
Jean was infatuated with her grace,
And longed to look upon her face.

Olga, on the other hand, was fraught,
Thinking she was mad, and seeing naught,
She squeezed her Wanyamon, with a mighty clutch,
Hoping for ice cream, but alas, only such.

Jean offered his help, with chivalry bold,
But Olga cared not, for she was cold,
"I want to club some digimons on the head,"
She said, with a fierce glare, and a heart so dead.

Jean followed her, with a heavy heart,
For he knew, that Olga's ways were tart,
But he could not help, but admire her so,
For she had a fire, that burned like a glow.

They battled many a digimon, with their might,
Olga, with her Gazimon, was such a sight,
Jean, with his Wizardmon, fought with all his heart,
And together, they made a valiant start.

In the end, they emerged victorious,
Their bond, strong, and their friendship glorious,
Jean, with his infatuation, did not cease,
And Olga, with her fiery spirit, did not decrease

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As they walked through the Digital World,
Jean, with his thoughts, was quite hurled,
He pondered, if it was right, to fight and slay,
These digimons, day after day.

Olga noticed his melancholy mood,
And asked him, "Why do you brood?",
Jean replied, "Is it not a sin,
To slay these creatures, and take exp in?"

Olga thought for a moment, then replied,
"We must level up, if we are to abide,
By the final boss, who awaits us there,
And defeat him, with all our care."

Jean nodded, but still felt unsure,
For his heart was pure, and his conscience pure,
But he realized, that in this world of strife,
Sometimes, to survive, one must take life.

And so they continued on their quest,
With Olga leading the way, with her fiery zest,
And Jean, with his thoughts, still pondering,
The morality of their quest, and their Digimon slaying.

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With gazes fixed on the horizon's rim,
Olga and Jean, two valiant souls so grim,
Approached the village, sacred and profound,
Where Digimons are reborn, a sight renowned.

And as they reached the village gates so fine,
Olga proclaimed, "Here we shall camp and dine!
For Digimons shall rise from their slumber deep,
And we shall strike them down, without a peep."

With gleeful eyes, they waited through the night,
For creatures new to spawn, to start the fight.
And as the sun arose, so did they see,
The spawn points teeming with life, and glee.

Their weapons at the ready, they charged ahead,
And slain the beasts, as if they were undead.
They laughed and cheered, as if they had no fear,
And joyous merriment filled the air so clear.

Thus, in The Village of the Beginning, they spent,
Their days and nights, with glee and merriment.
For Digimons rose, and were slain once more,
And they rejoiced in this eternal war.


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