All roads lead to Lum.

If it looks, feels and sounds like an Urusei Yatsura - it's probably an Urusei Yatsura.

The first time you watch Love Live you respect its ambition. The second time, you come to understand its emotional intricacies. And then like the fifth time is where you start to go "Oh, okay. Honoka did just overthrow the Abrahamic God didn't she."

A malleable reality whose inhabitants contort and distort physical space according to their own mood swings.

For what story in this medium could possibly tell of a loss more deep, of a soul more tortured, than Tekkaman Blade - the tragedy without reprieve

In which I pretend I actually have anything to say.

The author is dead, and we have killed him.