Me: Okay, let's try this again!
BWG: Do we have to?
Disclaimer: I don't own jack.
Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a crimson-and-black power lay hidden. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall buildings, and peace. Its name was Shinjuku.
But one day, a Digimon of great evil found the crimson-and-black power and took it for himself. With its strength at his command, he spread chaos throughout the kingdom. But then, when all hope had died and the hour of doom seemed at hand…
…A great warrior clad in shining armor appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding the greatest of blades, he sealed the evil one away in the Dark Area and brought the land light.
This warrior, who traveled through time to save the land, was known as Susanoomon, the Hero of Time. The warrior's tale became legend. But then…a day came when an ill wind began to blow across the kingdom. The great evil that all thought had been sealed away by the hero once again rose from the center of the earth, eager to resume his grand designs.
The people believed that the Hero of Time would again come to save them…but Susanoomon did not appear. Faced by an onslaught of evil, the people could do nothing but appeal to the gods. In the last hour, as the end drew near, they left their future in the hands of fate. What became of Shinjuku? Only a few know, and they shall never tell.
The memory of the kingdom vanished, but its legend survived on the wind's breath. On a certain island, it became customary to train young Rookies when they came of age. Learning the ancient art of combat, they aspired to find heroic blades and cast down evil. The elders wish only for the youths to know courage like the hero of legend…
Little do they know that one Rookie shall soon demonstrate his courage beyond their wildest dreams.
This is his story…
Me: There, that's the intro!
BWG: You're ripping off Zelda?
Me: Yeah, why not? That's what parodies are all about!