This show shouldn't try to be like another show.
Watching Strike Witches end like this reminds me of Jack in The Nightmare Before Christmas, in which he, although being the Pumpkin King the horrific genius of every Halloweens, decides to tackle another holiday that is completely foreign to his nature—Christmas. The end result of his misadventure is complete disaster, just like Strike Witches is, as the Pumpkin King of the Pantsu maddeningly gone mecha.
Yes, it’s your fault, everything’s your fault. You definitely didn’t think this one through, did you? Don’t you think that the Neuroi’s would be upset at you for killing so many of them? But then you go off to make friend with that Neuroilet. I’m so upset at you … you … you know what? I’m just gonna turn on your dad too—your biography will be called “PWNED: Like Father, Like Daughter”.
Nerfed Mio is HAWT like a meek, little miko.
Ominous music, Yoshika flirting with truths that cannot be spoken of, and a mobile suit, if there aren’t the bath scene and the Perrine x Mio will it fit scene, I’d think I’m watching a different show.
I've seen this scene before involving a certain green hair girl and her pet.
I know I have asked for some assemblance of a plot before, but I’d never thought that when I do see it, I’d be watching Déjà vu.
The cliffhanger from last episode turns out to be one big anti-climatic teaser that deflates all my hypes as fast as the Strike Witches flashing their panties across my full screen. Dear Minna-san, you are a commander of the elite 501st Strike Witches unit who should know that pointing a gun at anyone requires you to convince your target that you have the resolve to pull the trigger, which is the opposite of what you achieve when you put up a face such as this:
They say that kanji’s are pictorial words, so how else is better to learn them than with some actual, descriptive pictures. Here goes.
/ko.u/
restrained, withdrawn, held back, moderated
/na.mi/
average, medium, mediocre
I'd sure love to walk home into this too.
There was something on Strike Witches 8 that I thought I would never see—men, boat load of men, aircraft-carrier load of men. Too bad none of that testosterone got to mix with any of the estrogen, thanks to a certain orange hair commander who lost hers and now would not let anyone else get any.
At the risk of alienating what’s left of my female readers—and a certain emailer—nekodan is proud(?) to present How well do you know your witches?
It is not a secret that canines recognize each others by their crotches, so it is natural to ask how well us human can also, after having been sniffing viewing our screens splattered with the Strike Witches’ for seven glorious episodes.
Without further ado, name those bitches witches (each row below features two different ones):
I hope you're not watching this at work.
Apparently, some poor soul surfing the internet today stumbled upon my post on Strike Witches 7 and was unpleasantly surprised by his boss catching him masturbating reading the post.
Well, I made up the last part about the boss, but the said individual did exist and seemed shocked by the content enough to sent me an email trenchantly stipulating that I should’ve tagged the said post NSFW.
Sunshine up your ...
I knew this would come, but I had thought it would happen in some dramatic fashion over some life-and-death moment at some high octane battle instead of this hopping pantsu-thief dance on a breezy summer day. Moreover, I had expected only one to go the way of Britney, Paris, and Lindsay, but to my (pleasant) surprise, we got four:
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The need for melon
Did you know that there’re species of frogs which, when cast into an ecosystem where one sex dominates the other in numbers, would spontaneously cause in some of its members to change sex?
Well, on the 501st base of operations in the Britannian territory of Strike Witches, a show whose closest male lead still exists only within a three by five inch picture frame, there are changes happening among the girls, among which Yoshika is experiencing some very glorious metamorphosis.
One at a time... As long as I can still go on...
Wow, who would’ve thought that Strike Witches, instead of featuring just unadulterated fan services, would actually tackle some serious thematic elements? What do soldiers fight for?
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I don’t know about you, but pantsu is the clear winner here. I did give melons a chance, but the moment they did the face-to-crotch interfacing:
This show just keeps on getting better.
After having familiarized ourselves with their butts faces from last episode, we get to see their hearts in this episode. No, I’m not talking about the inner conflict of Yoshika’s desire to fulfill her promise to protect everyone versus her hatred to enter the battle herself—no, that would be too much plot already—rather, I’m talking about the tinkle that she felt when this scene happened:
And that’s just within one sequence of a minute and thirty seconds—a panty-in-your-face shot per every six seconds—before the title page is shown:
