Our Awesome Chocolate Bunny is allowed to get shouty when last week’s super-rare loot is delivered. Our Half-Dressed Hero’s overreaction is inevitable as well, especially when he catches up to what everyone in the audience figured out weeks ago: he can’t wear the powered suits just like he can’t wear regular armor.
Anyway, Our Lovestruck Cutie appears in the real world just long enough to remind us that she’s in the cast, and then it’s off to a completely different game that we currently have no investment in.
Verdict: giant robots = nothing but CG fights until this arc ends?
(this is not the last time the story will move to another game, sidelining Our NPC Bunnies)
What could possibly go wrong with allowing Our Loner Hero to acquire a “pheromone ring”? The question is mooted, however, when his extremely high luck sends him straight to the bottom of the dungeon to battle a Level 100 lich. Continued next week.
Verdict: they kinda cheated on the intro, but with only four weeks to go, they really need to bring in the last major character of the season.
(Leafa-chan is unrelated and not the least bit skeletal)
Badly-staged full-episode battle with shouty scenery-chewing villains and long chatty lulls in the action, off-character art by the B team, melodramatic to-be-continued with surprise guest entrance, and a sexy new monster gal who doesn’t even move, let alone gainax. Oh, and they clumsily foreshadowed that Haremette #2 is more than human.
Verdict: is everyone in this world blind and stupid, not to have even one word to say about Dolan casually swatting down two demon generals while tanking a fallen god? We’re way beyond OP now. There’d better be a bath scene next week with The Goddess Of Skimpy Lingerie (who still hasn’t shown up yet), or I’m quitting. Also, was the fallen god’s line about another Dolan meant to imply that his human parents just happened to pick his original dragon name when he was born? Seriously?
(unrelated dragon gal is better than anything in this show)
The Power Of Friendship, Heatstroke, and A Training Montage. And a few LoL moments, including one that sets up Team Liliel’s day-two comeback. Next week, Dad?
Verdict: with all the brutal humid heat and sweating, you might think sexy cosplay outfits would become sticky and translucent, but you’d be watching a different show.
Our Collaborating Cuties are way out of their league, and as Cuddly Noob starts to panic, Cool Beauty smiles through the pain and calms her down just in time for the cavalry to arrive. In the form of Our Emotionless Super Pro, who handles the mutated monster so effortlessly that it triggers a quickly-resolved crisis of confidence.
Verdict: it’s a good thing that the monsters aren’t terribly aggressive, giving Our Heroines plenty of time to talk things over while they work. Bonus points for giving Robo-Pro a bluntly practical tech-wand.
This week, Our Psychotic Betrayer betrays the Betrayers, and if you didn’t see that coming, you weren’t paying attention. Although as much of a letdown as this season has been, you’re forgiven for not following it closely.
Verdict: with all the issues this sequel has, what’s the #1 thing they’re doing wrong? Not showing the actual people interacting. After only a brief real-world intro, it’s taking place entirely in the game, throwing away most of the character-building from the first season.
Jungle-cat girls, even, plus a busty blonde and a loli. One of the catgirls shares her voice with Bilac (and many other characters I’ve liked), the other has an extensive career in shows I never watched, and the busty blonde has previously adventured as Maple and Lammis (and also had lead roles in Iroduku, Zombie Land Saga, Wandering Witch, etc). Our Shopping Hero’s voice is instantly recognizable, since he basically has only one, and even the loli has street cred as Endro’s Mao-chan-sensei, so they’re hiring some actual talent for what looks on the surface like yet-another-cheat-isekai.
I ordered 5 boxes of 44 Special to feed to my GP-100. I received 5 boxes of 44 Magnum, which I can only feed to my T/C Contender, one at a time. Fortunately the seller promptly sent me an RMA number and return shipping label.
The “U.S. Post” texted me from Manila about a delayed package. Uh-huh, suuuuure they did.
…because The Return Of Maomao will compensate for any number of terrible shows.
Which, off the top of my head, include Salaryman Reborn As A Villainess, Dougiette Houser Medical Detective, Murder Mysteries Of The Dead (actual Japanese title), Gay Vampire Boys, High School Romance With guy-i-hate/childhood-friend/guy-who-said-hi-once/aloof-guy (did I miss any of them?), Secret Office Romance, Loser Skater Girls, Incomprehensible Dream Girl, Isekai Salaryman Demon General, Isekai Sentai Adventurer, Golfing Girl, Lunar Survival Game, The Origin Of Apple Computer With The Serial Numbers Filed Off, Boy With Black Sword, Pretty Boy Idols, Animator’s First Love, and I’m pretty sure I’ve just scratched the surface here.
Or something like that (1, 2). The harem consists of Our Mage Hero’s former students: the busty redheaded swords-gal in form-fitting armor, the white-haired tan-elf ranger-gal in hot pants, and the older-than-she-looks priestess-gal who still wears her Not-Hogwarts uniform.
The real twist to the formula seems to be that dungeon adventures are magically live-streamed.
More formally, I’m A Behemoth, An S-Ranked Monster, But Mistaken For A Cat, I Live As An Elf Girl’s Pet, with one of the bustiest bouncing half-naked elf girls in recent memory; Grenadier-scale without the spinning reloads, basically.
(I believe the manga cleans up a lot of the story from the abandoned light novels, which included a lot of references to the author’s earlier unsuccessful isekai series; a single cour is unlikely to get far enough for that to matter, though)
Make sure your butter warns you that it contains milk! And then check your supply of quicklime and canvas, hemp rope, and ammo…
I’m looking forward to the Democrats comparing the public voting records for 2020 and 2024 so they can woo back all those Biden voters who decided they didn’t care if Trump won this time and “just stayed home”. I’m sure they’ll announce The Big Search as soon as the official results are certified.
No, really; stop laughing.
One big long fight with decent 2D animation but way too much CGI. Couldn’t be helped, given the nature of the beasties he’s fighting, but I still didn’t get much out of it.
Verdict: remember, he’s doing all of this so that Our Awesome Chocolate Bunny gets her reward… before Our Hero switches to another game for a while, sigh.
Make Anime Girls Gainax Again!
The Rise And Fall Of Snidely Whiplash. With hugs and the promise of cute girls helping Our Victorious Loner bathe. Off-camera.
Verdict: The Battle To Save The Class had only one possible outcome, and to get through it we had to hear detailed explanations of how it was done as well as the villain’s backstory. The clumsy parody of a “genius math nerd” made me glad he won’t be a returning character.
(most of the relevant art on Pixiv for this series is from the official cover artist for the light novels; this one is waaaaay down the road from what will happen this season)
Also a dose of Snidely Whiplash this week, with two demon generals monologing and playing with their food. I’ve completely lost interest in Our Really-Still-A-Dragon Hero and whatever the plot was supposed to be, so it’s up to the cute girls to carry this one, and so far they’re staying dressed. They gave plenty of screen time to a brand-new one this week, forgetting to make us care about her before putting her in peril, then ended with a superhero landing as he arrives in the nick of time.
Verdict: eye-rolling train wreck with mild eye candy.
(there is one recognizable fan-drawing of Our Snake Gal on Pixiv, and it’s not actually good)
It’s getting hot out there, and not just because Summer Comiket is held in miserable weather. Sadly, Our Hot Teacher is not in costume, and last week’s comment from her was either a mistranslation or a headfake. I mean, she’s technically there, but not exposing luscious flesh. Our Gals are a bit intimidated by the crowd, and Mr Exposition explains why they’re not getting the attention they expected (TL/DR: it’s harder to get a good picture of four girls at the same time), but they’re also facing stiff competition, including The Power Of Twins. Next week, will they rebuild their crowd and get a decent picture livestreamed to Daddy in time for a reunion?
Verdict: plenty of tame eye candy, but the most skin we see is a trap for Our Hero.
I am slightly disappointed that the shopping montage did not include a stop at a lingerie store, but Our New Partners finally got to the monster-fighting part of the gig, with a cruel cliffhanger.
Verdict: Our Fashionable Magical Senpai is going to be righteously pissed next week about taking a shot to the face. And I don’t mean in the Kamala-Career-Path way.
“We’re running out of time before everyone drowns! Let’s talk for five minutes until we come up with a plan! And be sure to linger over all the bad ideas different teams come up with!”
Verdict: so, yeah, not loving this; Our Chibi Heroine is off her game, the stakes are completely artificial and boring, and the big twist to the big twist is not what you’d call subtle.
(whoops, wrong girl-with-gun! or is she…)
…scale up the old .45 Super round, call it .47 MAGA, and make long-slide 1911-pattern pistols that chamber it. They make some in 10mm, so the pressure shouldn’t be a problem.
(“Say ‘Hitler’ again. I dare you, NeverTrumper, I double-dare you, say ‘Hitler’ one more goddamn time.”)
My #1 xTwitter ad today is homeopathic medicines for dogs.
(note that California estimates that over 5 million ballots are still out there somewhere (1/3 of the total mailed out); if they don’t show up by the 12th, they can’t be counted)
With more than 20 years of purchase history, what has led you to think that I’m in the market for 8 dozen canned snails? Or a 10-pack of tinned sardines?
Whenever Gruber steps outside his core expertise (fellating Apple leadership) to talk politics, it’s pretty sad, but his response to several pretty-obviously-insincere congratulations from various tech CEOs to Trump really “lacks introspection”.
When I lived in California, it didn’t matter how I voted. It was rare for anything to be close enough that you could plausibly affect the results at a county level, much less state or national.
In Ohio, however, even though my county includes the sort of liberal cesspool downtown that reliably harvests blue votes, Harris beat Trump by only 0.2%, or 513 out of 248,105. Statewide, Trump won by 11.3%, and when someone’s able to make a precinct-level map, the size of the blue dots will be even tinier.
(the national precinct-level maps of previous elections make it very clear that most of America has no interest in Democrat policies, and I expect this one to be even starker)
Return To Crystal Mountain, where Our Half-Dressed Hero swears to deliver mass quantities of rare drops to Our Awesome Chocolate Bunny, only to discover his strat has been nerfed. So we get some quick grinding and the execution of a new strat.
Verdict: Biiiilaaaac!!! (enjoy it while it lasts)
Every once in a while you come across a glamour photoshoot that screams Eighties. The hair, the posing, the lighting, the sets, the ludicrous fake bondage, and the overall aesthetic of “we’re making Art here, not just getting a pretty girl nekkid”. Sadly, you can still find photographers today who think that showing off their distinctive style is more important than showing off the model, only now they lack the training to know which lens to use.
(via Big Boobs Japan (1 & 2) which as usual should only be viewed with shields up and Javascript down)
Kanori Kadomatsu, better known to anime fans for her voice work as Ryōka Yuzuki, and still looking like she made a deal with the devil, debuted in the late Eighties, but didn’t get nekkid until she turned 18 a few years later (1, 2), so she got to miss the worst excesses of Eighties glamour photography. Sadly, her cutest video clip is no longer available on the site I linked to last time I mentioned her (in which she rubs oil onto her breasts and explains that it’s supposed to keep them from sagging when she gets older; since she turned 50 this year, I think the world deserves to know how that worked out…).
Update: found a copy of the clip, and after dodging a bunch of very sketchy ads, I was able to extract it. Om nom nom nom.
“Mom said Daddy’s dead! But I’m okay now! But I wasn’t okay enough to ask her WTF!” Fortunately Our 2D-Lovin’ Hero has a nose for ears, and he’ll whiplash this mess into shape!
Anyway, the psychological trauma is resolved with a good cry and some hugging, and even an invitation to join the squeeze play doesn’t give Our Devoted Hero a stiffy (the camera actually checked). We got a brief cameo from Our Hot Teacher providing advice on dealing with Comiket announcements, but she was scooped by Our Eager Tsuntail, who took advantage of her modeling popularity to spread the word on TV.
Verdict: the fates are conspiring to reunite Daddy and Daughter through the power of cosplay, and they’ve made sure it will all work out by enlisting Our Universal Father Figure to voice him.
(Teacher ever-so-casually admitted that she’ll be there showing off alongside the other three “heavenly queens”, so next week should be full of eye candy)
I think they spent more money animating Our Wide-Eyed Cuddly Newbie’s karaoke dance scene than they did on last week’s fight scene. I suppose they could afford that because there’s no fight scene this week, just team-building and a chance for Kana to find out what life is like at one of the big MG corps. Which means we get to see a new gal doing… something next week.
This week, half of the surviving players think the new twist sucks the fun out of the event, and the other half think it’s gonna be awesome to screw everyone over. In other words, half of them don’t get to play the game they signed up for. This can be considered a metaphor for recent anime seasons.
Verdict: so far, the running battle in episode 3 between two side characters who killed each other off is the high point of the show.
I have received more mail in the past month than in the previous two years, all of it political spam for offices other than the president. I have received no SMS or MMS political spam, but I have (company-confidential) reason to believe that there’s a double fuckton of it being sent to other people. Possibly a triple fuckton.
As for The Big Race, some of the wealthier neighborhoods around Dayton have some Commie-Waltz signs up, but the working-class areas I drive through every day are swimming in Trump/Vance signs, many quite large, and unlike when I lived in California, they don’t get torn down.
Last week I linked to Jacob Holo’s Freelancers of Neptune, due to the presence of a sexy catgirl on the cover. How’s the actual book? Fun. The world-building gives the reader enough to work with while hinting at future possibilities, the heroes are good people with actual motives, there’s a complete absence of preachy woke bullshit, and the story moves along at a decent clip. The Big Bad does twirl his mustache a bit, but you can’t have everything, and you can have a catgirl. (well, somebody can have a catgirl; Our Captain doesn’t want this one)
(most of my saved catgirl pics are more “M appeal” than Emma Peel, but some of them are at least armed)
Our Local Noble’s Exasperated Daughter rewards Our Hero with the three things he desires most: cash, meat, and a ticket out of town. This frees him up to finally confront the One True Class Villain, a mustache-twirling bloodthirsty math nerd. Meanwhile, the girls are doing what they do best: shopping, killing monsters, and worrying about Haruka.
Verdict: less shouty than last week.
A large group of nameless wood elves (fortunately all male) get chomped by CG spiders to set up the stakes, and then threaten Our Future Threesome as they escort pigs on a truffle hunt. Our Draco-Adjacent Hero casually lies his way out of trouble after he not only recognizes the never-before-seen demon attacker but names the species. After escorting what’s left of the pigs and the other escorts back to town, they return to… lunch with monsters and flirt.
The planning for their polygamous wedding night is interrupted by even more CG demon spiders, which pose no real threat as they team up to… Oh, come on! Bad enough small-town dragon-boy is throwing around advanced combat spells like there’s no tomorrow, but he casually whips out a fucking dragon arm mid-fight without even worrying that his girlfriends might notice?!?
Verdict: is there no end to Dolan’s I-Win buttons? Excuse me while I go ogle a proper dragon:
(…or something like that…)
Mauser’s suggesting this one, and the lead voice actress deserves a win after slogging through Earth: Final Bye-Bye, so I gave it a shot while checking the porch for little monsters. Speaking of voices, one of them should be very familiar to anyone who’s watched pretty much any anime made in the past 25 years. Okay, two. Maybe even three. Actually, the casting budget probably explains cutting a few corners elsewhere; they didn’t hire a bunch of noobs.
First up, let’s just pretend that there are no OP or ED credits for this show. I certainly plan to never watch or listen to them again.
I’m not going to go episode-by-episode, I’ll just say that I appreciate a heroine with the power of R.T.F.M., and point out that I binged four episodes in one evening without suffering.
Verdict: episode 4 brings it all together.
(bonus magical girl shows a lot more skin than Our Venturing Heroines, but if we’re lucky, those full-body transformation sparkles are called “Buy-The-Bluray”)
Between the sidewalk ending at my house and the driveway being 75 feet long and steep, I felt the need to decorate the front windows with silhouette bats and cats and tombstones with witch hats, and the front door with silhouette ghosts, all cut out on a Silhouette (Curio 2, a recent crafting toy).
First trick-or-treater was my Amazon driver. He thought he was kidding, but I gave him a big handful of candy. Over the next hour, I got… 16. Nothing like my place in California, but better than last year, despite the fact that it was raining half the night (sigh). I’ll have to find something to do with the leftover candy that doesn’t involve eating it myself…like give a few pounds to the pizza driver, who not only has a store full of people to share with, but a kid.
“A Portal From Another World Spawned In My Basement, So I Turned It Into A Dungeon (But Not The Kind With Monsters) And Now I Train Sexy Elf Chicks And Sell Them On Etsy”