The Truth Hurts

Steven remarked yesterday that I’m stupid.  I really think he meant Wonderduck, based on his preceeding paragraph, but it might as well be me, as I’m guilty of the same thing.  A while back, despite fair and adequate warning, I watched Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokuro-chan.  It was an 8 episode (@15 min each) gruesome comedy series involving an angel equipped with a spiked bat.  The story is that God decided that there was at least one sinner that deserved to die, and die young–still in high school. The point was to keep him from inventing an immortality treatment that would, due to his lolicon preferences, stop women’s aging at the physical appearance of 12-year olds.  Except Dokuro-chan had rebelled against God and decided to keep him alive. By distracting him with games, temper tantrums, and the occasional striptease, she planned to prevent the invention of such a terrible thing. (I mean 16-year-olds, maybe, but twelve?  That’s just excessive.)

Unfortunately for her plan, she kept killing him anyway, because as angels go, she was rather tempermental.  So she’d ressurect him, at least until she lost her temper again. Then it was another bloody death.  The first episode was actually funny, the second one less so, and by the fifth one, it was a clear case of, “ARGH! Don’t kill him, kill ME!!!!!”  Seriously, if there is a silver lining to the blood-red cloud of gore that this series produces, it’s that it gives me a yardstick to measure truly bad anime against.  Don’t make the mistake of thinking that it’s so bad it’s good.  That’s where I went wrong.  This show is so bad it’s horrible.

Now I just need to find someone I won’t mind making a lifetime enemy out of, so I can inflict it on them.  Misery loves company…

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