Imagine, if you can, a world where the name Dragon Ball meant nothing more to the average Westerner than a crass euphemism for lizard testicles.
Imagine a world populated by elemental slave-beasts–poor, tortured animals–their dignity ground underfoot by ten-year-old tyrants. A race of brutes, their agency captured and snuffed out as the pubescent taskmasters force them into solitary confinement. Rare and burdened breaths of “freedom” come few and far between–only when the despotic youths deign to release them into a dystopian battlefield laced with pain and misery.
The AniMessenger emerges from the slimepits for a crucial post. One post to rule them all. One post to find them. One post to shock the general public and, in the process, alienate them.
Finally, a kindly doctor explains the happenings of the past arc, invoking the full force of his bedside manner on Midoriya.
As the winds of change toss and turn The AniMessenger like a discarded bag of Pocky, he lifts his eyes to the AniHeavens and whispers, “It is time.”
The Klaxxosaur Princess, Master of Decapitation, returns with a vengeance and–oh, okay, not yet. DarliFra, unable to resist, keeps viewers on the hook for one last reality show jaunt.
The Pro Heroes and Hero-wannabes continue to fall prey, for the umpteenth time, to a ragtag group of Choco-Morphs and a Hematomaniac Fangirl. Worst. Summer. Ever.
The audience learns three things from the first minute of the episode: Nerd Elf “got gud” at GBN, the next twenty minutes will revolve around “new mode” babble, and Magee’s bubble butt never quits.
As the opener suggests, “everything comes to an end eventually.” In light of DarliFra’s reality show purgatory, that statement brings relief.
Class 1-A continues their lesson on “how to get destroyed by villains,” this time adding in some “how to destroy yourself so the villains don’t have to.”