Trust me, no one on here is a cool kid.
I'm glad someone brought that up, because seriously.
You should change your name to Freedom Jafar.
Let me level with you. He's not actually bad. A third grader who CAN'T draw a circle is bad. A thirty year old who DECIDES not to draw a circle is a little more arguable. It comes down to why is he not drawing a circle and why he should or shouldn't. In the case of Oda, everything he does is intentionally that way and people often like it for being that way. Oda's art is pared down and simple, that's undeniable. But that suits the writing because the whole of One Piece is pared down and simple. It makes sense and fits well given that he draws and inks 18-30 pages in less than seven days. Yeah, that's how long it takes him to do these things. One Piece is pared down and simple because it has a very specific goal. The goal is purely to be entertaining to a group of people from the age of 10 to 20 roughly. If you try to find a true message or lesson to One Piece beyond the occasional afterschool special thing you'll come up completely empty. It's not artsy and it's not a thinking piece. It's just supposed to be fun. The simple cartoony style fits. So it fits his schedule, his audience and his series. That's three things he's doing correctly. So what's he doing wrong? Actually, nothing. That's what. So what you're, wrongfully, saying is that this is bad. What you should mean is that you don't like it. You hate it, actually. And that's fine. You should feel however you want to about these things. But to try to give objective quality to your opinion that has no basis in any sort of fact no matter what contortions you make, as you have done here, is stupid. I could seriously go on to describe why many of the things you like are objectively worse than One Piece, but I don't think you need that to understand that how much you, as an individual, like something and how good it is are, by their nature, completely unrelated.
Get a load of this guy.
Sheik.
Makes sense.
No problem. I just have a lot of experience with having to hold back on my own opinions to give people accurate recommendations. Like Nichijou for example. My favorite show of 2011. Over Madoka. Over Steins;Gate. I think it's a sublime comedy with the right mix of stupidity and intelligence to create and elegant blend of humor that really just gets me every time. My old friend says the characters are too flat and the jokes are too long. He really likes Azumanga Daioh's humor and says it's on a whole other level. That kind of thing is pure opinion and no rating can reflect that and that's why I'm in favor of a more targeted view. Which isn't to say I don't understand the allure and appeal of the quick and dirty universality that is afforded by a rating on a number scale, I just feel like it's less useful in the grander scheme of things.
Maybe later.
You so goof sometimes.
Wow, only about eight years after I dropped it.
I can't ruin what was already so boring that I would fall asleep if I was there. Because it was boring.
It was probably a lame party anyways. I wouldn't have wanted to go or anything. I'm glad I was asleep personally, because that party would have make me fall asleep anyway. With how boring it was.
X/X means like the 8/10 thing. I think for a review like this a scale isn't as apt as a prediction of the audience you think would like it/be up to watching this genre at all and how it rates on a tier list of must watch to shouldn't watch. Just numbers have a very fluid meaning because not everyone uses the whole scale and they only convey how much you liked it at the end of the day. Like I said though, I like that it wasn't gimmicky and trying to be funny. So whatever you end up doing just put the same amount of thought and effort in and you should be fine.
It's been 40k words and almost as many months. You know what that means Time for a motherfucking recap post. But this shit is so deep I can't fit it all in one post so here's part one for y'all who were confused as to what was going on. Snowflake. The night started with Snowflake ditching her old shotgun in order to cut weight and decides to follow after a certain grumpy German bomb tech, who she thinks might be after her only contact with her next employer. She quickly loses him in her attempt at stealth whilst over-encumbered by her equipment load. So she does the natural thing and calls the target and gives him an evac order. After a short conversation she hangs up on him midsentence and heads over to a condemned building to scout out the location of the Sour Kraut. When she arrives, the elevator is broken and she has to climb a good number of stairs in order to just make it to the top. It turns out that it's more than worth it, however, when she meets the man she's looking to stop at the roof level. She has a pleasant conversation with him at gunpoint and eventually convinces the star pupil of the Hitler's Youth to back down for now. Instead of just leaving him to go off and backstab she keeps an anti-tank rifle trained on him until he's out of range to enure he keeps his word. He, luckily, does. Snowflake spends a few minutes looking at her phone and discovers an augmented reality application that reveals a briefcase with a video in it. The video is cryptic at best and shows herself and several other assassins and assault specialists doing their highly secretive jobs. Not exactly a pleasant thing to find, but still too little to go on even with the little, “I told you so.” message at the end. But now Snowflake knows that Remiel Wesson isn't all he says he is for certain. Then she decides to take off and leave town for the time being. But first she has a few things to clear up. Firstly, there's getting all of her armaments sent over to the UK for the job. It was a simple matter coercing an old acquaintance with a debt of gratitude to do it. After a slightly awkward dressing scene, the two part ways for the last time. Finally, Snowflake ends up spending what's left of the night in a Japanese themed internet cafe and makes a flight in the morning. Shotty The day before in the magical land of England, the story moves over to the tale of Charlotte 'Shotty' Brink, the busty, short sniper. She was approached three days earlier by a man calling himself Lucas Easton. She turned down the job he was offering because he seemed decidedly untrustworthy. However, over the three days following, she found more information on the situation and found that she was replaced by her rival(one sided), a psychobitch from the States. It was due to this that Shotty began her hunt for Snowflake. Her plane to America is leaving later today. After some distractions from two packages and a Tiny Dancer, Shotty gets down to business and ends her ridiculous quote unquote diet. She thinks some wicked thoughts about her rival and dresses herself for success and decides that nuns are nonthreatening. When she's dressed sufficiently modestly, the busty criminal thinks even more wicked thoughts about her rival and leaves to check a gun and board a plane. In a capricious fit of fickle behavior she drops the gun and just heads straight over to the airport, where she meets her best friend in all the world. He tells her both that her rival is already on her way over the ocean and that she's probably on somebody's hitlist for turning down the job. Serious events are occurring. Wheels are turning. Irons are in the fire. After hitting him a few times, the busty, short sniper decides to ignore her plane and try to get back in on the job when her rival disembarks in the morrow. Shotty busies herself with preparations for getting back in the loop and stumbles across her old 'friend' Lamarcus' shop and searches around for him a bit. When she finds him across the street on a roof, pretending not to be home, she gets a little miffed. After some threats and some barely restrained jealousy, Shotty manages to get her first real lead back onto the job. Only problem is that it was on Lamarcus' phone and it was deleted. So Shotty follows Lamarcus to see if they can retrieve the text message. The friend turns out to be a douche named Travis. After some fighting and some flirting Charlotte and Travis come to an agreement. Safety First Safety First is vacationing in Vietnam to get some rest and relaxation in his natural environment, a Cold War era minefield. After he has a near miss with a souvenir he dug up from the nearest one he finds himself in another jam of sorts due in part to his refusal to wear proper pants while he's being attacked by a disgruntled local cartel strong man. This jam is solved with some quick thinking, a hammer and a jammed AK-47, no pun intended. With his leg playing casualty in this scenario he destroys the evidence that he faked his attacker's suicide in a fire. The altercation left his leg shot through and in need of more than a field medic's level of treatment. So Safety First lives up to his namesake and heads to the hospital to get properly patched up on his way to Bristol, where his next job is. The job was handed to him in a briefcase by a man named George Shaw a few days previously. This is a pretty serious looking gig, too. So serious, in fact, that Safety First decides to show up on time. Even if it means riding a train, a thing that he will always avoid due to his bad luck with them. The train ride starts out pretty quiet so he decides to take a nap on his neighbor's shoulder. It's not long before he's awoken, though. The familiar sound of gunfire and the familiar scent of fire and metal. Nothing quite so good for waking up a guy. After some deliberation he decides to check out his wakeup call. Several cars are empty, but he finally stumbles upon a Russian soldier who promptly tries to kill him. Luckily, brother death was on his side that time and let him have that one. With the Russian woman subdued and disarmed Safety First continued on to see an American agent confronting the other Russian soldier. The American is pretty hot, the Russian is starkly less so. As such, it's not exactly a shame to see him go, especially not after the mean things he said to our hero. The American blonde haired goddess of murder turns her attention to the subdued Russian and her captor, which is in many ways less than ideal. It's not until she leaves her partner to handle the two of them that they are able to make a temporary truce and escape into the jungle. At first the two go their own paths. Safety First using his knowledge of throwing people off his scent and the Russian using the fortitude of a glacier to press forward in a straight line no matter what. The two eventually have another chance meeting and decide to work together to escape their possible pursuers. For a day and night and another day they travel with each other. Facing rivers, tigers and the ever present danger of being caught up with. But in the end they work together and make their way through to the nearest town. Luckily enough, this town is a safe place and will get them back to square one at least. It's not much, but Miss Spetznaz is cute while she's sleeping. Part two, later this week. Thanks y'all.
Man, you're so dumb sometimes, I wonder how you wake up in the morning. Gosh.
Okay, it's a bit rambly so I'd stick closer to a script or something. A huge amount of legit content and a pretty good analysis for just something you put together in your room. Delete the X/X format, it's silly. You shouldn't shy away from spoilers and details unless you're trying to make it more of a should I watch primer. If that is the case, the analysis should be a more streamlined. The graphical aids are good, but could be more refined. It's less gimmicky than a lot of these reviews and I agree with a lot of your points or at least understand them, so you're on a good track for me and probably no one else. Also, do some genre research for your analysis, you might be surprised by certain things you find in other dramas. Anyhow, review Golden Time next.
It's not like you'll fall behind or anything, heh.
Did you ever end up reading Nonplayer?
