I’m not counting Rose of Versailles because I haven’t finished it. I think I blogged everything fairly extensively, so just a few brief comments each.

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*note to self: make and upload better "fight like a girl" icon of Real*

How shall I put this? LESS BLATHER, MOAR ROLLER DERBY!

On the one hand, we have all sorts of awesomeness. The whole thing is like the brainchild of Witch Hunter Robin and Ghost in the Shell. For that matter, as someone pointed out in the comments of another post, Real ( Read more... )

It has been asked whether or not it's a bad thing that Vincent in Ergo Proxy is sometimes allowed to do his own hair.  I shall post evidence for you to decide with.

Vincent with access to hairbrush and hairgel:


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Guys...Ergo Proxy completely just went to the "giving a girl back her gun that someone stole means true love" place.

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It's like the series knows when it's about to make someone scream  from all the pretentious existential stuff and goes "OH HAI! MUST CATER TO KINKS NOW!"

(In other news, I just renewed my paid account and can now have 5 more icons ( Read more... )

Real:  "Can I have a costar who can figure out if he's the Damsel in Distress or the epic hero already? Plskthnx.  Also, if I don't figure out what's going on soon, I'll shoot something.  Forget that, I'll shoot things anyway.  Maybe I'll get to kneecap someone."

Vincent:  "I may not know if I'm the Damsel in Distress or the epic hero, and I don't ( Read more... )

This is a bit of an odd one.  Something of a scifi noir, our heroine, Real, is the granddaughter of the regent. 
She works with an organization that, as near as I can tell, polices robots called "autoraves" and looks for signs that they've been infected by a disease that, I think, makes them think they're autonomous enties.  Or something.  ( Read more... )

Or warn me away, whichever is more accurate.

Plot Summary: In a future where the world has been ravaged by a nuclear apocalyse, there exists salvation in a domed city named "Romdeau", where humans and their android servants, the autoreivs, live in. Under the implementation of complete management control, it is a paradise where feelings are literally ( Read more... )