If the Emperor had a Text-to-Speech Device and also his Eldest Daughter Returned - Special 1: No Cost Too Great (For Good Taste)
[How can you not like Sailor Moon? It's an absolute classic.] You roll your eyes dismissively, reaffirming that truly your dad has no idea what he's talking about.
"Of course I like Sailor Moon, everyone likes Sailor Moon. I'm just saying, Madoka was genre-redefining just as much as Sailor Moon was genre-defining, and it had such impeccable pacing. Did everything it needed to do in a dozen episodes, no more and no less. Sure, it's not perfect, but nothing is, and the emotional core is so overwhelmingly beautiful that it overshadows any flaws." You are of course right and correct and everyone who disagrees with you is an uncultured barbarian. Except the poor Captain-General off to one side, who has absolutely no clue what you two are talking about due to a bad case of being a bit under twenty eight thousand years too late to the cultural reference. You'll explain to him later.
[You have no idea what you are talking about my child. That show is overrated, because it merely spawned poor imitators that lacked any value. Meanwhile Sailor Moon redefined seinen as a genre for decades. It's simply on another level entirely, much like we are on another level from the rancid galactic tumors called the Chaos Gods.]
Okay, no, this wasn't happening. "You're just making shit up at this point! It was forty thousand years ago basically, you probably don't even remember!"
[Young lady it was just as long ago for you.]
Alright, that does it. "If you're going to be so obviously wrong, you leave me no choice. Dad, I challenge you to a game of Paradox-Billiards-Vostroyan-Roulette-Fourth Dimensional-Hypercube-Chess-Strip Poker. Whoever wins has the correct take on Information Age Magical Girl anime."
[Deal. I hope you are prepared for a schooling in the art of war.]
"I hope you're prepared for a schooling in the art of this game. I already know you're over there with some stupid themed deck, but what you don't realize is that I play to win." You snap your fingers as you assume a suitably dramatic pose, and in a flash of brilliant rose gold light you are transformed from... yourself to also yourself but in a frilly dress and with a Duel Disk. Yeah, you don't really have a Magical Girl identity anymore, so the whole transformation sequence loses a bit of its luster. That's why you never bothered to bring it out until something of sufficient gravitas arrived, like your dad having shit taste. Well, more like okay taste, but you had expected better from him!
[We'll see about that. You go first.]
Standard five card draw, alright, let's see. Hmm, good, that was good. You didn't have the immediate Monster but you did have your deck search in hand, along with... yes, this would do nicely. "Alright! I use Reinforcement of the Army to summon Elemental Hero Stratos to my hand, whom I then play and summon another card from my deck to my hand-"
[Wait a fucking minute.] You raise an eyebrow in the middle of your first turn. [I know this opening. You're divdecking me.] Div as in short for divination, which was all the rage in the modern Warp Meta for the game. You remember when it was called netdecking, the good old days.
"I am and I'll do it again." You say confidently. "For victory of good taste, there is no cost too great."
[I admit I was not expecting this from my little Pandypan. Is this- oh.] You raise your other eyebrow. [Is this because your mother and I got you into those card games back in the day, and then you disappeared before you could really explore them?]
"No it's because some things are worth fighting for." You point out reasonably. Then you pause, and incline your head slightly. "...okay maybe also the fact I never got to play with you in life."
To your surprise, after a moment's pause you're enveloped in a tingly sensation that you belatedly realize is dad's best psychic estimate of a hug using telekinesis. It's... surprisingly nice, actually.
After a few seconds you do speak up. "You should probably stop causing yourself pain. Also we need to finish the game."
[Alright. Well, you'll soon see that even divdecking won't save you from the Warp meta. Your old man isn't playing around.]
"We'll see. As I was saying! With the Hero card from Stratos' ability searched from my deck into my hand, I then..."
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"I think they're probably both misremembering, but at this point I'm too afraid to say so." Kitten muttered to Rogal Dorn in the corner.
"Perhaps. Either way, I do not see what is fourth dimensional, chesslike, or strip poker-esque about their so-called duel. It seems instead as if they are playing a children's card game." The Primarch replied.
"Well... yeah it kind of does, doesn't it?"