School Days, Dio Brando, and something about Tsukihime

So I gather everyone has head the news. Enough chatter about the adulterous prick getting his just desserts. I’ll just write my own ending because I feel like it.

Kotonoha, for some reason, calls Sekai, informing her of this quaint little abortion clinic just outside of town. Or something. Sekai, uh, I suppose refuses it for reasons unknown, so Kotonoha flips.

Kotonoha confronts Makoto, unsheathing her family’s katana (still razor sharp, even after all these years!), and promptly cuts the faggot into ribbons. And beheads him. Yeah, now you know how the samurai died with honor. By asking someone to cut their head off with their katana.

Actually, I was lying about the last bit. What actually happens is DIO BRANDO (Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY, 4chan) appears out of nowhere, mistakes Makoto for Joesph Joestar and performs THE WORLD on Makoto. except Dio isn’t throwing knifes at him or dropping a steamroller on him, but instead throws SUPERTANKERS at the boy and drops a NICE BOAT at the end of it all. Of course Kotonoha smote the head off him after Dio was done with his stuff.

Mail, rooftop, etc. Kotonoha shows Sekai the last thing she’ll ever see of Makoto. I’m so tempted to say Richard (of Looking for Group Fame, singing Destroy the World, of course) suddenly came in and flash froze the two girls, but that isn’t the case here. Kotonoha kills Sekai. (OH MAI GAA NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU)

And.

Does.

Something.

Unspeakably.

Horrible.

To.

Her.

Body. (By this time you know where my fan loyalties lie.)

Possessed by some unspeakable WW2 Japanese soldier spirit she does something akin to what the Japanese did to pregnant women: slice open the poor girl’s bellly and rip out the baby. Of course Kotonoha doesn’t know that babies are zygotes at this stage of pregnancy, and mutters something to the extent of “no baby” and “you bleed red blood”.

And then she sails away with Makoto’s head in her arms. Oh, I suppose she squicks the head of the formerly insensitive, philandering clod but those are technical details.

OK, alternate ending:

Shiki, chasing Van Fem, wanders into the world of School Days. He meets up with Richard (the undead warlock from LFG, duh), Nanaya mode activates and the both of them Destroy that World. Van Fem drops a NICE BOAT on Makoto. Actually it was closer to a supertanker in mass, but eh, boat sounds funnier.

Kotonoha marries Sekai in what seems to be a bizarre lesbian ritual. The child that was born to the two eventually start the Nanaya clan. By the time Shiki is born, there are no traces of Makoto’s DNA present.

I’m horribly evil, so sue me.

This post is dedicated to wildarmsheero

And why not? He ruddy asked for this post by complaining about anime bloggers (and hmself) being unable to write effectively

OMG WILDARMSHEERO IS SO SUGOI KAWAII!!!!!!!! ^_^

Okay, I really got nothing.

Break out the Kool-Aid Man!

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

*breaks through Overflow’s BRICK WALL.

Still doesn’t change the fact that Itou faggot has to uh I dunno, can’t use the word die here… … …

How about being tortured by music? Listening to Britney Spears, Christina Uglylera, and the likes of them should either drive him mad, turn his brains to mush, or get sued by the RIAA Unless he’s already listening to them. Then we switch over to conventional torture.

*activate ranting Swede mode

The ranting Swede is from an old cartoon called “Sheep in the Big City”. At the end of the cartoon, there’d be a short sequence where a Swede comes on stage to rant about things. YA RLY.

Forgive me for endlessly quoting Scripture here but I feel a bit more comfortable if I use Scripture to show what I mean.

On the issue of hypocrisy

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother’s eye.

- Matthew 7 : 3-5 (KJV)

I see hypocrisy everywhere on the Internet, be it forums, IRC channels, or even blog posts. I don’t know why people want to act in this way. Does it give them recognition? Does it make them feel good about themselves? Or are they petty trolls wanting to rile up some response? It’s a disappointing sight. Instead of being true to themselves, they build up web after web of lies, for what perceived purpose?

A big example of hypocrisy is found in the visual fan-translation scene. We have people like Gipface making a giant fuss over what he thinks is plagiarism, elitism, and piracy. It’s funny, if that is the word to use, to see him belittling other people over stuff like this while making overt gestures about his works, proclaiming that they are free form plagiarism and whatnot.

You know what I think of you, Gippy? You’re nothing but scum. Hypocritical scum. You claim to have high morals, but in fact, you are as morally bankrupt as the Pharisees and Sadducees in the time of Jesus, if not more. Who else would kick up a big fuss over a non-existent patch but also maliciously attack an unrelated entity whose owner has graciously replied to your hate-laden response. And who else would still continue in such a pompous hateful manner even after that response.

You want to know how low can anyone go, Gippy? Ask yourself that question. I’m sure you’ll find the results quite galling or pleasing depending on how you see yourself.

I ask myself this question constantly: Am I a hypocrite? Am I nothing but a pretentious faggot who craves attention? have I become what I loathe so much? I have to keep myself in check all the time, because even one small mistake could cost me my reputation. I know I am just as low as the person I called out, even if I am made of better stuff. I can sink to his level, and be just as bad as him. The temptation is so huge, I have to check myself all the time so as to not fall. It’s a horrible inner struggle I face with every day of my life.

It’s hard work to keep being true to myself, but I take grim comfort in the fact that I have not fallen into the trap of being like that guy I mentioned earlier.