For those of you who have wisely avoided the shreds of it I’ve left around the blog thus-far, I had some weird notion to go re-experience Yu-Gi-Oh uuuuuh a week ago? We’ll go with that. Time is meaningless.
I’d been able to read a good portion of the early manga at the end of highschool, and somewhere in my stacks and stacks of paper is fanart from this dark time, so you know I cared. I also still own a Dark Magician action figure somehow, so. I’d also watched a large portion of the anime with my brother because it had been laced with some kind of crack and we couldn’t look away? I remember when we both were just like shit, wait, don’t change the channel, I can’t stop looking at it. And the next thing we knew we were waiting for new episodes and I was doing research on the Japanese original because I was that kid.
Anyway, unnecessary backstory out of the way, here are some… let’s call them Observations and Consequences of having read somewhere in the neighborhood of 300 chapters (and growing) of a manga primarily hinged on card games from a spectrum of sources ranging from boringly lawful to sketchy as fuck.
And here is Mokuba with a crowbar for your trouble.
Here’s more junk from my sketchbook, plus additional ‘hello wtf why did the narrative neglect actual Bakura’ moment
I’m against making a new post evidently
Oh, these photographed abysmally, especially compared to Mokuba. Spectacular. Witness these and be amazed.
One of these guys has seen about 1,000 lifetimes worth of Anubis statues in just his one life, but sure, okay, we are trying to learn not to murder every time we are left alone in a room with someone, cool, we are gluing Egyptian god models together.
I just think they could have some interesting conversations.
No one has any important conversations with real Alive Right Now Ryou Bakura and I think that’s a shame. Nobody wants to see if he knows anything or how he’s feeling or even just commiserate about how annoying it is when your evil alter-ego changes the Wi-Fi password? What the hell
