It’s been over a year since the demon known as Hand Shakers, terrorized the land. It has been over a year since it had been slain. It has been over a year since the community at large celebrated their victory. 3 months after the warriors of MyAnimeList finished their assault, a hatchling had been born. Son of Hand Shakers, it was called. No one knew why it was produced, as the purpose it would set out to fulfill was done so by Hand Shakers already. People had been anticipating the day it would enrage the community. However, it was late. So late, in fact, that everyonelet their guard down. Now the beast has appeared to make his move. The fiend is weak; only one man is needed to slay him. This young man views the demon, sharpening the sword of ostentatious criticism and rage.

It sounds similar, though the noise it makes at least makes some sense, at least at first. The lazy, overblown, stock look its predecessor had, carried over almost as hideously. It doesn't have the army of abominable caricatures that we're so dreadful from before; it has younger, more benign versions of them. The sheer lack of movement makes this an easy target; it is cake compared to the vomit that came yesteryear. It means nothing, it is nothing, and soon it would prove to be less than that.

Somehow the field is wiped, contradicting the rules of its predecessor being that the field has to be empty aside from combatants in order for a fight to commence. Its true colors are revealed, spouting the same lacking movements and attacks over and over as if it were a zombified attempt at motion. Somehow it didn't jitter like the previous incarnation, but that hardly helps this beast. It's revolting and pointless attempts to appeal to emotion fall on deaf, outraged ears, as the beast is silenced. No tears were wept by anyone other than shallow caricatures that never mattered.

The absolutely contradictory snooze of a fight is over. It was boring, insulting even. Regardless, the demon deserved to be slain, and the final corpse has been spat upon. It may not be as abominable or long-lasting as what came before, but the mere existence of this was pointless. No legacy is left behind; spite and bitterness are all that remain.

Good riddance, for all of eternity, family of the Hand Shakers.