Digimon Transverse
You jab your arms towards Agumon's neck and wrap your hands around it. You shake it continuously and the Digimon's entire body vibrates along with the movements of your hands. You could swear that Agumon's pupils are popping out of their sockets, or perhaps they were simply drawn too big for an Agumon.
'Honestly,' you think, 'how could anybody screw that up?'
Then, you return your attention to the now dying Agumon. Its eyes are not only big now, but the sclerae are whited out as foam starts to flow out of your Digimon's mouth. You immediately loosen your grip completely and pull your arms back.
Too late. The body of your Agumon begins to break apart into millions of pieces of tiny shapes, flying away as if they are carried by the wind. After a few seconds of dissolving, nothing is left before you. No blood, no bones. Nothing.
You killed your Digimon just because it accidentally scratched you. Great job, asshole.
'Honestly,' you think, 'how could anybody screw that up?'
Then, you return your attention to the now dying Agumon. Its eyes are not only big now, but the sclerae are whited out as foam starts to flow out of your Digimon's mouth. You immediately loosen your grip completely and pull your arms back.
Too late. The body of your Agumon begins to break apart into millions of pieces of tiny shapes, flying away as if they are carried by the wind. After a few seconds of dissolving, nothing is left before you. No blood, no bones. Nothing.
You killed your Digimon just because it accidentally scratched you. Great job, asshole.
