The purpose of a Tamagotchi is to have a tiny, portable digital pet with you at all times that you can feed and feed and feed until it grows into something slightly bigger, different, a new creature almost. It’s generally a sweet, albeit potentially irritating (the beepsā¦) little micro-game that may cause a touch of stress, but certainly no feelings of fear. In Full Bloom, however, asks “what if your Tamagotchi was actually a blob of an organism with nothing but a mouth that you must continuously feedā¦ or elseā¦”
