Post by Skylar Hunter on Oct 28, 2017 0:55:04 GMT
Hey...
“Hand it over before you get shot.”
Deck
DI06 - Digital Hazard (Exclusive)
A destructive brand embeds itself on a Digimon, amplifying their strength. For 2 turns, all of the user's offensive attacks have an additional low chance of inflicting a Burn. Additionally, their Strength score is added to their Defense score for the duration.
DI11 - Power Driver
Raises the user's Strength by 10 points for 2 turns.
DI12 - Heat Wave (Exclusive)
Changes the weather to become hotter in the field of battle (or at least a 60x60ft radius). Attacks that have a chance to Burn are raised by one stage (low becomes moderate, moderate becomes high, etc). The heat wave fades away after 5 posts.
DI13 - Steel Pipe W (Exclusive)
Summons a somewhat rusted steel pipe for either a human or a Digimon to wield. Deals low Metal damage with each strike, but relatively inaccurate. The weapon fades away after 3 posts.
DI07 - Pyro Sphere (Exclusive)
Guilmon's's signature attack. The user exhales out a fireball that on impact explodes, damaging anything in a 3x3 feet radius for low Fire damage with a low chance of inflicting a Burn.
Too easy.
So many of these brats were just running around fighting each other in the open, as if no one would see them.
The look on their faces, seeing their things get shot, almost made it worth it, having to find these little shits.
Almost, because they were still digging into her time. She could have been asleep, or hell actually putting in the work to go and make this thing better.
But no. She was stuck doing time with this thing for a good hour or so, pushing kids down and killing their things. It was more of a chore than a job.
The revving of her motorbike, was what kept her from stopping completely for a 'break', as she took it through the streets and alleyways, for quick sweeps.
A bunch of these devices that was almost like hers, were already shoved into a bag, for whatever they did with these things. It wasn't her job at all to really care.
They could try and go on about things, but it still always summed down to just gather as many as she could.
Some of these brats tried to get out of their things getting shot, telling her about crap she didn't care for, or told her how she was in the way of some turf war.
Really, it was all the more reason to stop playing around with them, and get things over with while she could.
None of them gave her a hard time yet.
So many of these brats were just running around fighting each other in the open, as if no one would see them.
The look on their faces, seeing their things get shot, almost made it worth it, having to find these little shits.
Almost, because they were still digging into her time. She could have been asleep, or hell actually putting in the work to go and make this thing better.
But no. She was stuck doing time with this thing for a good hour or so, pushing kids down and killing their things. It was more of a chore than a job.
The revving of her motorbike, was what kept her from stopping completely for a 'break', as she took it through the streets and alleyways, for quick sweeps.
A bunch of these devices that was almost like hers, were already shoved into a bag, for whatever they did with these things. It wasn't her job at all to really care.
They could try and go on about things, but it still always summed down to just gather as many as she could.
Some of these brats tried to get out of their things getting shot, telling her about crap she didn't care for, or told her how she was in the way of some turf war.
Really, it was all the more reason to stop playing around with them, and get things over with while she could.
None of them gave her a hard time yet.
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