Look. We all know that the anime doesn't follow all of the rules for dueling. This is a well-known fact. Sometimes cards even have different effects. One of the rules they always break is the "you can't summon a monster in face-up defense position". In the TCG/OCG, you have to play it face down. They never do this in the anime.

Or.

Or do they?

Because I just found this hilarious gem.

WHAT IS THAT I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE

BUT A FACE-DOWN DEFENSE POSITION MONSTER

I’m sure the real reason for this is “our anime will sell more cards if we have cool holograms appear on screen instead of just showing cards face-down”

But I wonder if that could also be applied in-universe? Like, even if it would be advantageous from a gameplay perspective to set your defense monster, somewhere in the giant audience watching the duel is a kid who thinks the monster you just played is their favorite so why not show it off?

I feel like there were more cases of setting monsters in the DM era and it’s less common in later shows, and later shows had dueling be far more widespread than earlier so I wonder if that’s a connection? As time went on, people went more and more into the spectacle of dueling.

Yusei-balls-of-freaking-steel-Fudo.

Seriously, considering the prison chief’s mile-long cruel streak, this is one hell of a dangerous thing to bet. Like, fair, he does this while still assuming he’ll get to use the old man’s treasure deck and win, not knowing chief Takasu/Armstrong will have it confiscated and the duel rigged later, but even then. Did I mention how unbelievably ballsy Yusei is? Yes? Okay, sorry, gonna have to mention it again anyway.

While I agree that this shows Yusei’s bravery, I didn’t interpret this as him taking a huge risk. I took this as him being extremely smart in how he handles this situation.

Yusei is a Satellite resident in prison. On top of that, he’s a member of a gang that blew up a security building and he had multiple grudge duels against security on an illegal D-Wheel (and considering Ushio next appears with a face scar that caused some damage). While he isn’t yet aware that Kiryu died in prison, he does know the system is so stacked against him and nobody will care about his rights.

So he makes this wager. It sounds huge and is the perfect bait for Takasu. But Yusei is in a situation where he already might be at Takasu’s mercy for the rest of his life, so he’s going to do things on his terms. He’ll stand up to the system and even if his shooting star burns out, he’ll do it in a way that inspires hope for others.

Oh, I wasn’t trying to insinuate that this isn’t a smart move—on the contrary, I think you’re right: This is the perfect bait for the chief, because a guy who’s as much of a sadist as him will fall for it every time.

However, the fact that this is a carefully calculated risk—taking into account that Yusei is, like you said, already likely to be the chief’s favourite torture chew-toy for the rest of eternity—does not erase the fact that this is still a bold move. After all, sure, his existence in the facility would always have been hell due to him being from Satellite, but at least among the prisoners, he’d already gained some respect. And I’d argue there’s still a bit of a difference between an awful existence in prison, and openly offering to become probably the objectively most miserable person in the entire facility if you lose. Challeging the warden like this has the potential to both lose Yusei some of the respect he earned in front of the prisoners, and, worse yet, catapult him straight into the worst kind of torment he can probably expect within the facility, given how quickly and unequivocally we’re given to understand that the chief is about as sadistic as it gets. Making this wager is an all-or-nothing deal; either he wins and inspires everyone, or he loses and essentially gives over his life to the one person in the vicinity who’s most likely to make it a living nightmare. I’m also not sure if I agree with saying that even if he’d lost, he’d have at least inspired the other inmates, but this is mainly because I’m convinced that had Yusei lost (and survived), the chief would have likely made the most degrading, humiliating example possible of him, which would have allowed him to massively reaffirm his status as the Guy Who Makes The Rules and Can’t Be Beaten in the facility. Frankly, I think that if Yusei had lost, that prison would have gone really, really quiet because the other inmates would have probably thought something along the lines of “if this guy, who already beat Himuro, and even had the guts to directly stand up to the warden, couldn’t beat him, then what the hell are we supposed to do?” But that might just be me.

But yeah, I agree with the rest—this definitely was a calculated gamble and, besides an example of Yusei’s bravery, also one of his long-term strategic thinking, but it was still one hell of a gamble, nonetheless, in my opinion. And I don’t think anyone who didn’t have Yusei’s Satellite-raised, sector-security-defying past would have ever dared take that gamble.

Very good points, and looking back on it I was underselling the bravery involved. I guess I fell into the trap of viewing this scenario through the lens of “people wager lives and souls on card games all the time.” Lots of Yugioh characters would be confident enough in their skills to do this move but Yusei would actually calculate the risk so that’s what made it stand out to me.

And I fell into the “Yusei is the protagonist “ trap because when I mentioned him going down but inspiring the prisoners, I never thought of him losing. I was picturing him winning but Takasu not honoring the deal. And failing to uphold the integrity of the card game is an unforgivable offense in universe so the prisoners would probably riot.

But I love what it says about yusei that he can pull this off and still be impressive both on the calculation and the risk.

Yusei-balls-of-freaking-steel-Fudo.

Seriously, considering the prison chief’s mile-long cruel streak, this is one hell of a dangerous thing to bet. Like, fair, he does this while still assuming he’ll get to use the old man’s treasure deck and win, not knowing chief Takasu/Armstrong will have it confiscated and the duel rigged later, but even then. Did I mention how unbelievably ballsy Yusei is? Yes? Okay, sorry, gonna have to mention it again anyway.

While I agree that this shows Yusei’s bravery, I didn’t interpret this as him taking a huge risk. I took this as him being extremely smart in how he handles this situation.

Yusei is a Satellite resident in prison. On top of that, he’s a member of a gang that blew up a security building and he had multiple grudge duels against security on an illegal D-Wheel (and considering Ushio next appears with a face scar that caused some damage). While he isn’t yet aware that Kiryu died in prison, he does know the system is so stacked against him and nobody will care about his rights.

So he makes this wager. It sounds huge and is the perfect bait for Takasu. But Yusei is in a situation where he already might be at Takasu’s mercy for the rest of his life, so he’s going to do things on his terms. He’ll stand up to the system and even if his shooting star burns out, he’ll do it in a way that inspires hope for others.

Ok but. Satellite natives reviving old tech. Satellite natives with old brick phones and cd players and weird pc setups because so many of the used devices that end up in Satellite’s landfills are already functionally useless by the time they get there because they reject repair. Young techs in Satellite living in small apartments full of leftover parts salvaged from broken computers and phones, repairing old devices because those devices still permit repair. Phones that are either off-brand, thrown-together chimeras or so old that dropping them off a skyscraper doesn’t break them. Households that don’t own a single touchscreen device but can play any media from floppy disks to vinyls to CDs. Household appliances that would be considered stone age by the citizens of New Domino, but still function because when you live in Satellite, you learn to take care of things. And those same Satellite natives later clashing with the city, asking “what do you mean, you can’t have your phone repaired by a third party because they need some weird calibration device or else the phone doesn’t work anymore?”, “what do you mean, you had to replace your washing machine after three years?”, “what do you mean, you need to have an account and pay a subscription fee to have access to basic features?” And just. Satellite becoming this hotspot for the underground tech scene of NDC after its reunification in the city because it’s the only place where someone, somewhere, will always have the right parts to repair your old phone or laptop with or a copy of some program with full access to all its features that would be locked behind a subscription these days. It’s the only place where people still take care of things and refuse to be told that “you have to replace it if it’s broken”. “No, you don’t,” they will tell you, “when it’s broken, you fix it.”

I’m not saying Z-ONE was able to spread his message of hope in the time of the Meklord Assault because the descendants of people from Satellite had working analog radios and telegraph machines

But I’m not NOT saying it either

MeiKaRu Headcannons.

For no reason in particular.

Friendship:

Getting together:

Dating:

“It’s not illegal in the digital world” might just be my favorite line I’ve read in a long time.

Speaking of 02 kiddos The fact Ichijouji Ken and Wallace did not meet yet in the Adventure timeline is something hilarious because i imagine Wallace as part of the 02 kids group but he's always absent and no one knows where he is.

So Ken is not sure if he exists or if it is the group's inner joke.

※ This is a parallel to Alphamon lore in the Royal Knights, which in X-Evolution movie the characters even go like "what, Alphamon is a myth!" implying none of them know if Alphamon is real or just some folktale.

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When Ken confesses this to the rest of the group, it backfires spectacularly, as the rest of them start doubling down on the “in-joke” aspect. Wallace is immediately elevated to the status of American cryptid in the tradition of Bigfoot, UFOs, Mothman, etc. Miyako redesigns an “I Believe” t-shirt so that it is clearly about Wallace and gives one to each of them. Sometimes the five of them coordinate to wear them all at the same time just to rub it in.

She gives one to Ken too, but this just has him more convinced that this “Wallace” guy doesn’t exist and was never more than an elaborate troll, so he refuses to wear it.

I think it’s even funnier if Ken and Wallace know each other. Like, the collaborated on something back when Ken was affected by the Dark Spore and stayed in touch online.

But they were never close enough to mention Digimon so Ken has no idea that his acquaintance Wallace us the same as everyone else’s friend Wallace

Wallace figured it out first but thinks it’s funny to keep Ken in the dark

Let’s not fool ourselves. Jellymon has totally caused death before. The point is that it was never the straight up goal.

thinking about it, I wonder what kind of honey ordinary bees would make out of Ghost Zone native flowers

like if after Undergrowth there was a bit of an issue with the introduced ghost flora running rampant around town

would bees start to get kinda weird after harvesting from too many of them? would ectoplasmic honey be safe for human consumption?

the conclusion my brain is running to is Sam having her own beehive because she's all about that Save the Bees life, and after finding them producing glowing honey she starts giving it to Danny as a snack

Perhaps it’s an unusual form of mad honey.

We know that when bees make honey out of the pollen of poisonous plants like rhododendrons, it can have a lot of weird effects on people. In fact, this has been used as a weapon in battles, particularly from the peoples of Turkey. But Nepal is also well known for making it.

It’s starting to get popular in the west as a homeopathic remedy for a bunch of things with the added benefit of possible hallucinations. And some of the packaging is something else. I mean, look at this example.

Anyways, depending on how you headcannon how ectoplasm effects normal people, you can have it do a bunch of different things.

I think it’d be fun to have a this weird ectoplasm infused honey to temporarily give people like one ghostly ability for x amount of time. Just think of the chaos.

Whelp. I wasn't productive at all today. This has not been edited, or betad or anything. Literally just typed this up and now I'm posting it.

Just because one of your chicken eggs hatched a fire breathing dragon people think you’re evil. But you’re still just a regular farmer trying to make a living while dealing with an overprotective dragon, heroes that want to kill you and fanatics who want to worship you as the new Demon Lord.

The thing you need to know about all of this, the thing that got me into all this trouble in the first place, is that chickens will sit on anything when they get broody enough. Anything. Duck eggs, goose eggs, turkey eggs, lizard eggs, egg shaped rocks, anything. Chickens aren’t smart. If it looks vaguely like an egg, they’ll plant their feathery arses on it and wait.

I noticed that there was a bigger egg under one of the broody chickens, when I checked. Of course I noticed, it was twice the size of the others. But I have geese. I figured it was a goose egg she’d found and stolen. It was about the right size, and I didn’t take it out to check the colour because that particular chicken gets very protective of her eggs. I’ve already got a scar on one hand from trying to get eggs away from her. I didn’t want a matched set.

That was a decision I regretted the moment I went out to feed the chickens and found a little blue-and-silver dragonet’s head poking out from under a very confused-looking chicken. The poor thing kept shifting around and looking under herself in a bewildered way, like she didn’t know what to do next. This particular chicken is a good mother, and she’s raised clutches of ducks and geese without any trouble – she’s even resigned to some of her children swimming – but this was too much. She didn’t object when I carefully reached in and fished out the little dragon.

It was so tiny, then. It fitted in my hand, with its little head peeking out one side and its tail looping around my wrist. Cute, too, with its big eyes and little snout turned up towards me.

That was when I made my second mistake. I decided to feed it before releasing it. Dragons are innately wild creatures, everyone knows that. They can’t be tamed. People have tried. The eggs are abandoned as soon as they are laid, and the dragonets hatch able to hunt, so they don’t even bond with their mothers. So just feeding it a little shouldn’t have been a big deal. It should have gobbled the meat and fled as soon as I loosened my grip on it and it saw the open sky.

It didn’t. As soon as I’d fed it, it fluttered up to a sunny window ledge and went to sleep. I went about my work, figuring that it’d leave in its own time.

By noon, it was sitting on my boot, squeaking pathetically. I wondered if maybe it was confused by the farmyard – they usually hatch in mountains, if the stories are right – so I took it back to the farmhouse with me and fed it again when I ate, then took some time away from the fences I should have been mending to walk it up to the hills. I found it some nice rocks, with plenty of lizards and beetles and suitable prey for something that size. It pounced on a beetle almost as soon as I put it down, and when I left it was crunching happily.

I hadn’t walked a quarter of the way back before something hit the back of my boot. The little dragon was holding on with all four claws, and when I looked down it squeaked pathetically. If possible, its eyes got even rounder.

Listen, you don’t make it as a farmer if you just let orphaned baby animals die. We hand-raise calves and lambs and ponies, set chickens to sit on abandoned eggs, or put them under the kitchen stove or by a fireplace. You don’t make a success of farming if you don’t value every animal. A good shepherd will spend all night looking for one lost sheep. So despite what was said later, it wasn’t just sentiment that made me sigh and pick up the little thing and carry it back to the farm.  I am a good farmer. I don’t let orphaned babies die just because they’re a little work.

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“villain attempts to go back in time to kill superman as a small child, gets shot in the face by ma kent, who buries him behind the barn with the others” would probably have niche appeal as a comic but i don’t care, i want it

The first time a man from the future showed up at Martha Kent’s house, Clark Kent was two years old.

According to his birth certificate, anyway. She just kind of accepted that the details were a little fudged. Relativity, and all.

Maybe the stranger would have succeeded in whatever it was he wanted to do, except that he really did just show up. Appeared, like a ghost made flesh, right in the backyard. Clark, thank goodness, was out in the fields with Jonathan. He couldn’t bear to be alone, that boy, and they could never bear to leave him.

Which left Martha free to shoot the ghostly intruder in the face.

Martha had not always considered herself a shoot first, ask questions later sort of a person. But that was before she found a baby in a spaceship where her corn was supposed to be.

They’d switch off, Jonathan and her, who got Clark and who got the shotgun. Martha got the shotgun more often than not. Guns made her husband uncomfortable. She was hardly a fan, but she’d always been a terrible pacifist. Too determined to defend herself.

The sight of all that blood and brain and bone was still nauseating. She compartmentalized, told herself it was no different from slaughtering a cow; didn’t think about riot gear or tear gas or the friends she’d lost or all the things she’d moved away from when her heart couldn’t take it any longer. This was different. This was her son.

She prodded the corpse with her foot. It remained a corpse. A real nasty looking corpse, all big and burly and holding a gun much too large. She didn’t like making assumptions based on appearances, but she didn’t imagine he’d been coming for anything nice. She bent down to search his pockets, found a metal wallet and flipped it open.

Born 2018.

Well, hell. Wasn’t that just a kick in the pants?

Probably she ought to have been a bit more unsettled than she was. But she’d been waiting two years for someone to show up on her doorstep, men in black or UFOs or something. Hell, she’d half expected her sweet little boy to hatch into something worse.

Just because she brought home space babies didn’t mean she was a damn fool.

Jonathan had rejoined her in long strides, was holding Clark in such a way that he couldn’t see the corpse on the ground. “Well, shit,” he said.

“Eyup,” Martha agreed.

“Don’t look government.”

“Nope.”

“We burying him?”

“I’ll bury him,” Martha said, standing up. “You get Clark inside and read him a book or something. I don’t want him seeing any of this, getting him messed up in the head.”

“You sure? Looks heavy.”

“That’s why we have a wheelbarrow. I’ll stick him out behind the barn, might as well keep all our secrets in one place.”

Martha had a long time to think as she dug a time traveler’s grave. There were a lot of reasons someone might travel back in time trying to kill her kid. The first was her instinct as a mother, which was: he was a fucking asshole. Who killed a kid? Fucking assholes, that was who.

Now, it was also possible that her sweet little boy grew up to be some kind of space Hitler. She didn’t think she’d raise that kind of a kid, but she didn’t suppose there was any parent who set out to raise a Hitler.

Still didn’t sit right with her. She didn’t much like the idea of killing baby Hitler, either.

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“The prince just fell in love with Cinderella because of her looks!”

Wrong. Okay, picture this–

So there’s the prince, okay? He’s like, smack dab in the center of the ballroom, and he is like, horrifically aware that this whole ball thing is a result of his dad falling into a panic about the royal lineage or whatever and he’s stuck listening to highborn girl after highborn girl, all lined up, introducing themselves like, “Oh yeah my family’s been a longtime supporter of the crown, and I think you’re cute, *cough* I’ve been told I have child-bearing hips *cough* Who said that? Anyway–” and Princey boy is just smiling through it, he has been the center of attention for entirely too long, he misses his emotional support horse, and is just internally like “Someone please kill me now.” And then… he sees her–This isn’t a love at first sight thing, this is a ‘what the hell is going on over there’ thing, because this girl has not gotten into the Debutante line for a solid 45 minutes. 

She’s just at the hors d’oeuvres table going HAM on the prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, and like, she’s polite about it, she’s happy to move aside for other people grabbing punch and canapes (and she’s really so sweet with the wait staff, it’s kind of cute because they’re like… definitely not used to being acknowledged) but it’s like, “Damn girl, did you not eat today?” and then the prince is kind of stuck with the uncomfortable thought of ‘how many girls starved themselves to fit into a corset for this.’ And then the Prince realizes he’s missed the past 4 Debutante introductions because he’s watching Mystery girl hork down crab rangoons. So he’s like, “Excuse me” and manages to break free from the never-ending parade of girls who will hop on his dick for status.

 And as he’s approaching Mystery Girl, it’s kind of hitting him that something’s not quite natural about her. Not fake, but not quite real. But at the same time this whole evening’s been just a whole circus of people acting fake as hell, so like, someone seeming a little off doesn’t seem bad, necessarily. And he sidles up to her like, “Hi,” and she’s like, “Oh–hey, have you tried the tapenade?” and she points to one of the plates, and at this point, he could hit her with the “You don’t know who I am, do you?” deal or the “Very funny, I see your play” deal, but at this point it occurs to him that, no, he hasn’t had anything to eat throughout this whole damn ball, partially because of being stuck in the debutante parade, partially because of nerves, and there’s something so disarming about the question that he grabs a crostini and she still seems so food-focused that it doesn’t seem possible that this is a play. So they both grab little plates and ditch the party.

She pretty much clears her plate in under two minutes and then has half of his plate, he’s cool with it, mostly he’s just absolutely fascinated listening to her.

See here’s the thing about Cinderella:

1. She doesn’t know he’s the prince. Like yeah, he’s been at the center of the room, but she’s kind of spent half the party eagerly looking around everywhere she’s allowed to go (”Have you seen rose garden? Have you seen the solarium??” further confirmation that she doesn’t know who she’s talking to) and the other half stuffing her face with food. 

2. She assumes she’s never going to see anyone here tonight again, and no one recognizes her, so she has no filter.

So she’s just talking about whatever with this guy. He seems cool. She talks about her friends, who are rats. She makes little outfits for them. Sometimes they bring her little gifts. She is already the coolest person the prince has ever met because of this. She pretty much offhandedly talks about whatever is fucked up about the kingdom that would take his advisors two hours of hemming and hawing and watering down to address. She just says it like it’s nothing, just funky little things she’s observed, and again, she’s not aware that he’s the prince, but it’s still pretty damn bold to bring up at a literal royal ball.

She… seems to have the majority of graces that lots of girls from Respectable Families™ have, but there’s something strange about it, something simultaneously broken and hardened, like the way you can see where ice has thawed and re-frozen. Also the way she talks about her family, and the way she avoids talking about her family– is raising several red flags, not in the “Oh this is another person trying to take advantage of me” sense, but in the “Oh fuck, something’s gone really wrong and you need help” sense and also lowkey a ‘damn is she even getting fed?’ sense. But he can’t say, ‘Hey, that’s not fucking normal for people to say that to you or treat you that way. We need to get you out of there,’ without sounding crazy himself, so for now, he’s just going to chill, make sure she’s comfortable, and keep enjoying the evening. She’s somehow befriended like 4 of the waitstaff so they’re willing to cover for them while they disappear for a little bit, and they get plenty of time to talk, but eventually it hits her that she hasn’t danced yet and she’s like “Come on! I bet we can make the prince jealous!” and he just bursts out laughing at that like “hell yeah, let’s make the prince jealous. He’s a real asshole.” Like clearly she’s having a good time, so who is he to make it weird? So they head back to the ballroom and they dance. And our girl, Mystery Girl, Cinderella, while they’re dancing, becomes acutely aware that everyone is staring. That doesn’t seem quite right. Like, yeah she’s hot, she knows she’s hot, but at least a good third of the party should still be focused on the prince, right? Where is that guy, anyway?

Oh.

Oh wait.

Oh shit.

And Princey Boy actually picks up on her realization and they whisper argue for like 3 minutes. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like a goddamn idiot!” “I dunno it was nice being treated like a normal person” “Well me treating you like a normal person makes me a goddamn felon or something did you consider that?!” “Hey–Hey–it’s cool–you’re cool–I think you’re amazing, and if anyone says shit about you, I can shut it down.” “Well I don’t like that! That’s fucked up!” “I agree. It is fucked up, but I believe in you, and I think you should have a chance, and I’m here to back you up. I know power is fucked up right now. I know. But are you cool with working with me to change that?” And our girl Cindy pauses on that for a couple seconds, because.. she’s just spent hours with this guy and like.. she knows he’s a good guy, she knows he means well, so she’s like, “I don’t know how long I can actually work with you.” and the prince is like “Look, I know your home situation is complicated right now, but I really think we can–”

And then the bell starts ringing.

It’s midnight.

And then she takes off in a panic, and our prince just met the coolest person ever, and like, he’s pretty sure whatever situation they’re headed back to is fucked up, and all he’s got going to find her is a shoe. A shoe. 

Okay I absolutely love this image. I also am getting major Sailor Moon vibes from this. This would fit an AU so perfectly with Usagi as Cinderella and Mamoru as the prince

I love Kingdom Hearts for all the “it makes sense in context (or maybe not even then)” things it lets me say, like:

The antagonist of the second game went up to a week-old kid and was like “join my cult!”

Clayton from Tarzan shot his shotgun at a teenager, with intent to kill.

In the first game, Sora stabs himself in the heart. This act, arguably, makes him the father of twins.

It is implied that Great Britain exists in at least three different planets.

It has been established that data and computer programs can also have hearts and personalities. An important character from a recent game is a character from an in-universe video game. He’s pretty explicitly not one of those data beings. Because fuck you.

The Fairy Godmother from Cinderella can apparently casually visit the afterlife whenever she wants, and bring at least two “guests” with her.

If you really think about it, the games kinda imply that Santa Claus (yes, the Santa Claus) either has a spaceship, a keyblade, or access to the powers of darkness.

The island the protagonists live on is surrounded by an ocean that apparently leads straight to the KH equivalent of Hell.

all this time i thought sailor moon had a magic homing tiara but usagi is just REALLY GOOD AT FRISBEE

Anyway there’s some hilarious magic and truth hidden in the notes lol lemme summarize

Look at all the people cheering on our badass girl 💖

Okay, but the thought of the Senshi being an intermural Ultimate frisbee team in college is hilarious to me. Their first few opponents think they’ve got an easy match because the team consists of Usagi (who they saw trip over thin air three times in the way to the field), Mamoru and Ami (the two biggest bookworms on campus who had to be physically dragged out of a 24 hour cram session to make the match), Minako who seems to be more interested in flirting with the other team than anything, and Makoto who is the enforcer on the hockey team but that probably won’t translate to this sport, right?

And then they just completely own everyone with seemingly supernatural throws and catches and nobody can figure it out.

It gets so bad their rivals call in the actual competitive team, and Usagi just goes “can we call in some friends as well?”

Turns out, “friends” means the new physics professor (and Setsuna seems to know what the opponents are doing before they do it), her non-binary partner (and is it just their imagination, or can Haruka fly on some of those jumps?), and their girlfriend who decided to babysit their adopted daughter and Usagi’s “baby sister” because having them all participate would just be overkill. (Hotaru asked to participate once. The opposing team’s captain suddenly felt like they were about to die if they did anything to hurt the girl and decided to forfeit immediately)

This is exactly the kind of analysis I was looking for when I sent the question to the podcast! Congratulations to OG Tai and Kari for breaking into the top three considering “I am going to team up with evil Digimon and subjugate/destroy the world because my sibling was seriously/fatally injured in a car crash” is something the franchise has done three times.

This is why “world order” isn’t always the best idea. Mickey better work on hiring a Royal Therapist after these kids/young adults went through everything they did.