"From the ring comes a rising prodigy of Metal Mixed Martial Arts, a vicious titan of muscle and steampunk style shakes the ground, prepared to pound her opponent into next week with her signature jabs! Are. You. Ready?!"

At the height of her career in the year 2070, the 21 year old Praelia Norman was ready for the night of her life. Shining lamps lit up silvered blocky pistons lining her arms and legs vented boiling steam around her grinning face. She luxuriated in the surrounding blood lust, throwing her hands up to the wild whoops and hollers of the hungering crowds.

Ba-bump. Her heart beat oddly in her chest.

Regardless, she smiled reassuringly to her nervous family in the audience. And then, as she entered the ring, it struck. Blood dribbled down her golden lips and rainbow lines of code crawled over her lenses. She keeled over.

Her mom and dad tried to restart her chips, while her brothers and sisters screamed out for their sister to wake up. Paramedics had to take away her screaming family away forcefully to help her, though it was too late, for her heart... had exploded.

An aggressive cyberattack that, not too amusingly, downloaded every single last episode of anime onto her pacemaker and cyber-modifications. A cruel way to go for one so young. Her deepest wish had been a monument to her family. She had hoped, in her last moments, she would see the faces of her family. And yet, an excessively long anime irreverently shrouded the faces of her family members as she hemorrhaged convulsively.

But perhaps she would have appreciated finding herself in this anime -seriously. Why was it so long?-, rather than the last show the untraceable cyberattack downloaded onto her heart. For instead, she found herself in the trope-filled "Whimsical Hearts."