Tasty Tales of Transformation

  Artwork - Burgerkiss “I rushed over as quick as I could!” An excited Dennis nearly slammed the front door off its hinges as he barreled into the home of silk-maker and fine cloth salesman Tihomir. The man barely flinched, used to Dennis’ lively entrances. He sat quiet and composed, waving a hand at his friend. Dennis got the message and closed the door he had just nearly broke, but was quick to rush over with the shuffling steps of an overactive child. “So Tihomir, you said this was your masterpiece?” “Mhm. I think it might be.” A hand reached out behind a small desk and pulled out a neatly folded cloth. Tihomir stared at it with pride as he unfolded it slightly. “So my good friend. Tell me what you see?” It had always been Dennis’ delight to inspect the goods before they hit the market. He didn’t create like him, but he and Tihomir held the same reverence towards the beauty of fabrics, and they had grown close as friends over their unified obsession. It was probably why he was o...

  Digimon, a form of life unknown to humans that can only be perceived through data. These creatures come in every shape and size, some looking akin to humans and everyday animals while others are far more monstrous. They live their lives as data within the Digital World, a space created as a byproduct of the technologies of man. Typically the two worlds cannot connect, but one computer genius named Izumi started to peel back their barrier. Observing a strange plane of data that seemed to exist as its own untraceable network had peaked his interest a few months ago, and his attempts at exploring these new digital depths opened a window of sorts. A window that the Digimon Mostromon peered through. Despite being a Digimon with a rather terrifying appearance—tall, hulking and wolf-like, with sharp, spiny fur, claws like knives and a grin like a demon—he possessed a kind, timid soul. There were no strict roles to what a Digimon should be, no basis on appearance dictating what one assum...