[KamenRiderOOO]

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Jordan is your average everyday working man…except he works in a store that gets the very things he loves. He would love his job…if it weren’t for his asshole of a boss. The guy would never give Jordan a break, even on his hardest day. After another day of his boss being an asshole, Jordan returned home and went straight for his computer, logging into Tokunation. Having worked on the site for more than a year as “Den-O,” Jordan loved that job. After managing a contest and helping with every job on that site, he had been promoted to Administrator. Looking through his messages, he noticed one from Reggie “KamenRiderOOO,” the newly appointed Moderator and one of his old friends since the site started. Opening the message, he found himself face to face with the design for a hero, most likely for another one of the contests he had planned. Quickly replying, Jordan found himself suddenly looking into the palms of someone’s hands. “Guess who?” “Welcome home, honey,” Jordan said turning to and kissing his wife Kristin. Jordan and Kristin had been married for a couple of years, but that didn’t stop him from trying to do everything he could to make her happy. “Look what came in for you,” Kristin said holding up a big box. After opening it and spending a couple hou- minutes staring at what he had gotten, Jordan took his wife by the hand. “How about we go eat out tonight?” “Sounds good to me,” she said with a smile. Suddenly, Jordan got a call on his phone. “Hello? Jordan? I need you to come back to work, right away!” “But sir, my shift is over!” “NOW JORDAN!” Jordan hung up and looked at his wife in disappointment. Before he could open his mouth, she kissed his lips. “It’s alright, you just owe me tomorrow,” she said looking at him endearingly. “I love you so much.”

The next day, Jordan attempted to get his boss to let him have the night off. As usual, his boss was acting like a jerk to him. While in the middle of a heated argument, the door opened, and his boss gestured to Jordan to go to the counter. The customer, wearing a trench coat and a hat, walked towards Jordan and removed his hat. “Hello Jordan, or should I say, Den-O.” “Have we met before?” “You may know me as Tony Bacala.” Jordan’s jaw dropped as he bowed, accidentally hitting his head on the counter. Looking back up, he shook Tony’s hand. “It’s an honor to meet you sir, it truly is!” “I have some business with you Jordan.” “Oh sure, what would you like to buy?” “Not that kind of business.” Tony reached into his pocket and handed Jordan a Red credit card like item, with a shining green T on it. “What’s this?” “You’ll know in due time. I’ve got to go now, but I will be back,” Tony said, placing his hat back on his head. Taking his leave, Jordan’s boss approached him. “Did that guy buy anything?” His boss looked at the card, then looked angrily at Jordan. “You idiot, you’re supposed to sell our things to people, not buy from them!” “I’m sorry sir.” “You know what, if you can’t get your head in the game, you better take the night off. Clear your head.” “Really sir? You mean it?” “Yeah, so you can work the weekend too,” said his boss, laughing as he left Jordan at the counter. “Oh great…” When his shift was over, Jordan quickly headed home, picked up his wife, and headed out to their favorite restaurant. “Jordan, is something bothering you?” “It’s my boss again, he’s just a complete ass.” “Don’t let him bother you Jordan, I mean, you could always get a new job.” “Kristin, we just paid again for the apartment, I gotta keep this job, I wanna make sure I can have a home for us.” “It’s only home for me when you’re there,” she said, placing her hand on Jordan’s. As the two leaned in to kiss, there was a sudden explosion in the background. “What the?!”

The walls of the restaurant had been blown open, as what appeared to be robots came flooding in. “Let’s get out of here!” Jordan said to Kristin as he grabbed her hand. As they attempted to run, Jordan felt a tug and turned; his wife was being pulled by the robots. “Let her go!” Jordan yelled as he kicked them away from her. Making their way to the parking lot, the two were surrounded. “Get behind me.” Jordan took a boxer’s stance and got ready to fight, when out of the crowd of robots, a blade came down and cut them apart. After about ten collapsed, their attacker was revealed- it was Tony, holding a yellow belt with the same T Jordan saw on the card. “Catch!” Jordan did as he was told as Tony continued to fight off the robots. “These SpammerBots are what’s causing all the trouble, mind helping me out?!” “Sure, but how?!” “Just insert the ModPass I gave you into the slot, and say, ‘Mod Access, Log In!’” Jordan pulled out the card and with a fire in his eyes, held it up high. “Mod Access, Log In!” Inserting the card into his belt, Jordan heard it say- “RED. ACCESS GRANTED. DOWNLOADING.” Enveloped in a red light, Jordan found himself in a white suit, with a red visor and red line on it. “Now fight!” Tony yelled. Jordan felt a surge of energy, as he reached for the sidearm. “ModBlaster!” he exclaimed, firing shot after shot into the crowd. “What a rush.” “Kyaa!!!!” Jordan turned to see Kristin, being held by a bunch of SpammerBots. “Let her go!” Jordan said, charging towards them, when a group of other SpammerBots ambushed him. “Get off of me!” “Jordan!” Kristin said, reaching out for her husband. “Jordan, listen to me! Envision your armor!” “What?!” “Envision your armor! Only then will you have the power to fight back completely!”

Jordan looked deep into this subconscious, but the only thing that would pop into his head was that drawing Reggie sent him earlier. “Help Jordan!” “Leave…her…alone!!!” Jordan yelled, as suddenly the armor formed around him. With his new form, energy surged from Jordan as it hit the group of SpammerBots holding him down. Reaching out in front of him, a new weapon materialized; a shotgun. “ModCalibur, Shooting Mode!” Jordan said, grasping the fire arm as he began to shoot each SpammerBot out of his way. Pushing the handle up, the shotgun became straight as a blade extended from the barrels. “ModCalibur, Slashing Mode!” With his new sword, Jordan cut through more of the SpammerBots, making his way closer to his wife. With only one SpammerBot holding her left, Jordan took the ModCalibur and thrust it straight past Krisitn’s face and right into the SpammerBot’s. With all of them taken down, Jordan caught his wife as Tony approached them. “You did well. I knew I was right to trust you with that.” Jordan looked at the belt and removed it, reverting to his human form. “Do you mind explaining this?” Tony went on to tell Jordan all about the virus that had gotten loose and how new people were needed to save the world. “You mean, you want me lead a new team?” “Yes. Come to CPU, and join us.” “Well, where is that at?” “Long Beach, CA.” “California?! But what about my wife and my job?” “Your wife can come with you, and don’t worry, when you come to California, you’ll find work, trust me.”

Several weeks had passed since the incident. Having gained two other teammates, Jordan and Kristin were ready to move to California. Jordan looked at a letter he had received from Tony. Following the address written on it, Jordan found himself in front of a store, aligned with all sorts of Tokusatsu and Collectible items. On the door was a note, and when Jordan read it, he became immediately excited.

“This store is yours now, take care of it.
-Tony”

Data File 02- END