This is the SFM commission for  justin1029

I made the picture based on the story that he send me on Discord, he gived me permission to submit it as the background story for this work. The WarGreymon model was kinda weird so i just drawn the eyes and teeth myself. This is the version without gore.

Story was written by Vito Talford:

The city of Manhattan, filled with thousands, if not, millions of people. Streets usually crowded, entertainment for all to see and listen, views to be viewed, sights to behold. A popular place, it was a city that never sleeps. Well, some would take expressions a bit too literally, but one gets the idea. There were best of times, and the worst of times. Entertainment was not all that easy when new to some. For instance, Broadway had amazing musicals and stageplays for anyone to enjoy. The Rockefeller Center with ice-skating, cool and dazzling, so long as one doesn’t fall over and hurt themselves. From Central Park resided all the monuments around from the Cleopatra Needle to the Statue of Balto. The Empire State and all the sights from the top floor. The Statue of Liberty in all its magnificence.

Regardless of what it was like inside and out, all was right with the city. That is until the citizens heard the sound of THOOM! THOOM! THOOM! The ground shook like an earthquake from the San Andreas Fault. Glass from many buildings cracked and nearly shattered. Cars, trucks, and many vehicles went off, and few to some went silent. Rumbles created ripples in lakes and other water sources, including the Bethesda Fountain and the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir. Confused and frightened in the mix, who would’ve thought that the approaching danger came closer and closer. Like déjà vu, only they weren’t in fiction. It was all reality. Coming from between the buildings after stepping on Carnegie Hall, albeit partially and from the center of the roof, was none other than Justin, and he took on the form of a WarGreymon. Unlike a normal WarGreymon, normally orange, he was black and cyan, the latter on his arms, legs, hands, and feet. Hard to tell what color his head was behind the blue and black helmet, containing a gold spike on the nose portion and blue horns with black stripes. His eyes were as blue as his cuirass and the top and bottom parts of the groin plate, and parts of his spikey black hair was sticking out from the back of the helmet. His shin guards were black with blue outlines. Holding the said cuirass, shin guards, and spiked black shoulder pads were golden cable-like fastening ropes. The stripes on the shoulder spikes were red like the middle of the groin plate. In his hands were black gauntlets, three golden claws for each gauntlet. His Brave Shield was black with the blue interior, and on there was the Crest of Courage. Behind his masked helmet, Justin was smiling pleasurably, grinding what remained of the crushed victims. Breathing in and sighing out, the 750-foot-tall Humanoid Dino Digimon proceeded to stomp stroll across the city streets. The screams of the tiny, fleeing Humans fell on deaf ears, don’t get me started on the head’s anatomy. Grinning a devious grin, Justin wound his right clawed gauntlet back and swing at the nearby building, tumbling it down, crushing most of the terrified insects, as he saw them to be, leaving the rest cornered, ready for the him to stomp and crunch. Bones were pulverized, organs ruptured like grapes in a basket, leaving nothing behind but massive pools of blood with clothes and footwear soaked in them. Any other part of the bodies remained, or those survived yet in excruciating pain, he puts them out of their misery. Ironic, sad, but true. No one would want to suffer permanent agony. Even Macros of any kind have a humane streak, give or take.

After five minutes of stomping and demolition, Justin decided to take a break at Central Park. He scooped up water from the reservoir and drank it. Destruction was thirsty work for the Giant WarGreymon. He dipped his stompers in the water to clean off the remains of the victims, vehicles, concrete, and more. Can’t continue the rampage without clean feet. However, the destruction was placed on hold with the sound of jets and sirens going around. Standing up, Justin noticed eight jets, ten tanks, and thirty police cars surrounding him. Smirking underneath his helmet, he liked a challenge. Winding his left foot back, he kicked ten police cars right into the Plaza Hotel and splattered twenty-seven officers in different sides of it, six of them landing on top of it brutally. Bullets had no effect on him, and feeling missiles fired at him, he snatched one of them and threw it at one of the tanks, blowing up two of them at each side. He swatted two more jets like flies and snapped his jaws at the fourth one, chewing it and the pilots inside before swallowing the remains up as if he was a gigantic flytrap. Tanks fired at him, provoking him, one crushed underfoot before the other was slammed by his fist. Seeing a window of opportunity, the Giant WarGreymon sprint stomped to the Chrysler Building. Everything and everyone who were not in his path were pushed away with an intense gust of wind, powerful enough to end their lives.

There is more story but i think it's more then enough to get what's going on on the picture and i don't really want to just put the whole story here, i think if you want to read the rest you need to contact the owner of the story, Justin1029.

Much bigger resolution and download is here: https://drive.google.com/drive/fold.....i7H6u_JJOBFIlx