Madoka Magica really meant a lot to me, so I talk about it the only way I can honor it, with the five stages of grief.

I finally decided to do something scary. This is a long one, but let’s talk about my favorite anime series.

I don’t really know what this is. I analyze and write plots that AI generates, I suppose. Please forgive me.

The only reason any of these posts get made is because I make them! Wow! If you’ve ever been interested in the behind-the-scenes stuff, this is the post for you.

We can all agree that to make a good piece of fiction, you need good characters and a good story. But if you could only have one of them, which is more important?

I’ve often questioned why it is I like anime. That may seem kind of pointless. I like it because I like it. Everyone has their own preferences, and not everything needs to have a reason. You can just like something.

I liked NieR: Automata a lot. Like a lot, a lot. Even so, I could still sit here and tell you many ways the game was unpolished. It was far, far from perfect in regards to the gameplay, that is.  This  was but one of my numerous experiences with this game’s oddities. That one was pretty fun, though.

For those of you who don’t know what the endless eight is, it’s a story arc in the original light novel that lasted a fairly short amount of time. No longer than many of the other short arcs, at least.