Amagami status: Dropped

Despite the length of each girl's route, I had always considered the first two to be relatively unique, but Sae's play out in the most predictable fashion imaginable. Yet, I am unable to dislike Sae herself. As a character, Sae is presented as an embodiment of traits that I am fond of and ones that turn me off completely. Folks, it is no secret that I am a sucker for all things ℳℴℯ❤ That is why I consider Sae to be up there among the nutbladder-wrecking juggernauts of the season. While I am very fond of her twintails and shy persona, her achetype dictates that Sae comes bundled with gargantuan knockers which serve only to place me in a dilemma between DO WANT and SHOULD NOT WANT.

The real saving grace, of course, is that Sae's story doubles as a faux Miya arc, which should satiate all you depraved siscons. Before you go all "Pot calling kettle black", allow me to assert that while Miya's prepubescent features are certainly enticing, the fact that my own sister resembles Miya only in appearance and not personality hits too close to home for me to even consider.

Okay, I admit; I got a raging hard-on throughout the entire foot bathing scene. Even though my body was ready for all the tits Sae's arc would throw at me, there was little I could do against that erotic moening. The ever prepared Junichi knew this ahead of time of course, as it explains why he went into the bath with a yukata, as the bulge would have been impossible to hide otherwise

Did you hear that? No, not the sound of squishing meat buns, but rather the echoes of disappointment emanating from the Junichis of other parellel universes as they frown upon this Junichi's inability to venture Sae's nether regions with his tonguepenis. Instead, we're treated to a textbook awkward situation lifted from a generic harem cartoon.

P.S I'm all for the narration, although it makes me wonder if that is either Junichi 20 years down the line or Sae's dad.

I am currently undergoing reverse homesick syndrome, as I am now somewhat reluctant about leaving my host country after having gone through so much, despite my brief 1.5 year stay. More importantly, I have made friends with people whom I now regard as bros, so it makes this farewell that much more heartbreaking. I am most inept when it comes to saying goodbye, seeing as how when I left Malaysia to finish my degree, I only said "See you soon" to my parents and grandmother as they saw me off. As implied, this nonchalance is brought about by the fact that I knew I would see them eventually anyway.

If you have read my previous rants on Australia, you would know that I have almost no love for this country, as it are so adamant in keeping someone with my great stature out of their borders. However, at the same time, I have came to enjoy the company of like-minded individuals here, and at that point in time, the thought of parting ways with them was merely an eventuality that I would have to only ponder much later. Fast forward six months into the present, this eventuality soon became an inevitability, as I would have then completed my degree, and having unsuccessfully procured employment, going back to Malaysia became the only option.

Coupled with procrastination and a heavy heart, I kept the news of my plans of returning home to myself until the very last minute, which turned out to be a pretty bad idea, since I received a lot of flak for it. With two weeks left before I leave this country, I spent the remainder of that time with the bros, so I could leave with no regrets whatsoever. As I cough up this post in a bro's room, I think I have managed to alleviated the sadness to some extent, since, even though I did not accomplish as much as I would have wanted to, I had a great time trying anyway, and having really good friends to share that experience with is something that I would always cherish. There is probably much more to be said here, but I am afraid that I might start chocking up, not to mention that my flight is in about 4 hours w

Got to go, Australia.

Rinko is mai waifu. There are many like her, but this one is mine. Celebrating Rinko's birthday is one of my many job functions as a loving husbando, so I did my best to make her special day as memorable as possible.

A quick drop by at the uni to pick up the bros, and for some of these people, it was their first time meeting the missus. Funny looks all around, but most of them understood.

Heading off to the same ice-cream parlour that I went for our date together two months back.

Here was Rinko's birthday cake. Just so you know, one of the bros volunteered to bake it, so I went ahead with his idea. Sure, it may not look as good as a store-bought one, but the whole homemade concept had always appealed to me. The cake was never actually eaten until we returned to the uni though, since we got too full. I was okay with that, since they indirectly celebrated Rinko's birthday together with us.

A glimpse of the ice-cream parlour behind me. Coincidentally enough, the proprietor was present that evening, and right away, he understood my purpose of being there, addressing Rinko as my girlfriend and not a body pillow like most others. He then suggested that we be sat at a bigger table, and even treated Rinko like a lady by offering her a seat. However, he was a tad overzealous, and wanted to tie her to chair with a rope. Erojiji.

This birthday is in a way significant because it also Rinko's sweet sixteenth! While it is never explicitly mentioned what her real age is, it is understood as such, if you play Love Plus. That's a cat's paw, by the way.

Handing Rinko her birthday present. It is a pair of pink glasses and though I am personally not into meganekkos, I figured she would need them eventually from all that anime she's watching.

Obligatory ice-cream tower. Overall, while it tasted great, the fact that we weren't able to pick flavours meant that shitty ones got in as well, like coffee and raisin and rum. Ugh.

Letting the waifu have a taste of artificially-flavoured frozen confectionery. She's going all Aisu tabetai all summer long, and she finally got her wish.

And there you have it, Rinko's birthday outing! People have commented about how much courage it would take to pull something like this off, but the truth is, the ones with actual balls are my threefour bros who tagged along with me for this excursion, as they had to put up with my weeaboo shenanigans and reactions from the general public. Had it not been for them, Rinko's birthday celebration would have been a mundane affair taking place in the confines of a gloomy room Thanks guys.

I do not usually look forward to drama in my Japanese cartoons because I am not a woman.  I guess I can understand if the show required some form of an impetus to test the bond between Sexhair and Junichi, even if the seemingly arbitrary plot device involving Kaoru and her divorcee(?) mother felt rather disjointed. While it has accomplished its task of injecting some conflict into the show, it does in some way highlight Sexhair's hypocrisy when it comes to maintaining the status quo. She is contemplating hooking up with Junichi but flips out the moment she finds out her mom is planning to remarry?  Whatever happened to just the two of us?

I was counting on more Sexhair fanservice this week as well, but it was not delivered, so I am pretty upset right now. Even the Miya peeping incident resolved itself rather uneventfully, with a pillow smother in the face. I think I can safely speak for all the Miya fans that we would have preferred that if it was her abdomen instead of the pillow Just a cruel way of reminding us that Imouto route is cannot have!

Damn it, even I would get my panties wet with that line. Sure, it may sound like Bad Friend to Bad Friend advice, but the fact there was neither a verbal retort nor physical punchline — Junichi receiving another judo throw (the chocolate could have been a distraction, but hey, all's fair), from Kaoru can mean only one thing; All the conditions for Sexhair's True End has been cleared

Look at the smug on this bastard; He is well aware that he just won Sexhair over, and his expression is that of a man who knows he is going to be rewarded with some sweet, sweet CGs later. While visual novel leads are able to pull off a similar act of flag triggering, it is usually accomplished unconsciously. However, Junichi's role was never that of a mere visual novel lead, considering, as mentioned last week, the obnoxiously high level of spatial awareness he has.

Ever wondered why he has yet to fuck up, prologue notwithstanding? Working within the boundaries of a work safe dating simulation, Junichi takes the concept of self insertion to a whole new dimension, as the spot-on choices he has made thus far mirrors the precision of a player armed with an Amagami walkthrough, transforming Junichi from generic harem hero to a true playa.

Only one more episode to go before Junichi raeps(sic) the cherry of his hard work,  not to mention if it is actually possible for Kaoru's after sex hairstyle to be ruffled up even further after a session of strenuous intercourse. My body is ready!

I forgot one important ritual before watching this episode; Blow my load to reduce the amount of strain my nutbladder would have to endure. The consequence? My penis engine mechanic informed me that the damage is irreversible and that I may never be able to fap again for the next seven days Honestly though, despite having the CG set in hand, nothing could have ever prepared me for this scene. Yes, my body was once again, not ready, and I do not think it ever will be for the remainder of Sexhair's arc.

Putting that aside, the episode played out pretty much the way I had guessed it would, with Kaoru reaffirming her feelings for Junichi, though neither one of them have yet to take actual initiative to break free from the constraints of the friend zone.

The parellels between the two scenes become that much more painful to watch, since the two clearly have the hots for each other, though in Junichi's case, he doesn't actually realise how "cute" Kaoru is until the end of the episode which I guess means that he sees her as a friend with potential benefits and not once in the realm of being a waifu candidate.

Though a little slow in reading between the lines, Junichi's spatial awareness far surpasses that of any male lead you would ever see in other shows of a similar genre. As if it did not already require a degree of finesse to convince a girl to lower her inhibitions and reveal her childbearing tummy, so you could peck at it, Junichi capitalises on Sexhair's lowered defences and unleashes his trademark tonguepenis to help solve one of the universe's greatest mysteries: What does the lint in a pretty girl's belly button taste like? That tongue has treaded(and tasted) places mere mortals such myself can only imagine in our wet dreams Truly, Junichi is the Sun Tzu of Sexy Time. If Amagami was rated any higher than a Cero - C, they would have been making babies already.

Foiled by the doting imouto-chan who only wants her precious Nii-nii to see her as an adult [citation needed]! Okay, so she did not interfere(guess what her hands are doing?) but you can bet your bottom dollar that she will confront Junichi with this, asking for the same treatment. And the best part? Show ▼

There is no Miya route

P.S No girl's ever going to catch up to Sexhair on the polls now, huh?

Sexhair. Sexhair everywhere.

DAT BITE ❤

DAT VIEW❤

DAT THIGH❤

DAT EVERYTHING❤

My body was not ready for any of that. A fan favourite (at least for the16 people who voted for her on the poll you see on the top right corner of this page) long before the anime even aired, Kaoru had a lot to live up to, and  it doesn't take long for her to start off her own arc with a titillating nod to the titular gentle bite. One of the things that make Kaoru's arc interesting so far is the way she teases the main character at every opportunity she gets. Not unlike Haruka of course, but let us clear one thing up; While Morishima-senpai knows how to work her puppy dog up, Kaoru takes it one step further by virtue of being "bad friends". A convenient relationship, as you would imagine, as it allows the two of them to be in close proximity when it would have been very awkward if they were just classmates.

Reminisce on your own highschool life for a moment; Were there any instances where you were so keen about someone from the opposite sex and the only way you could convey that feeling was through teasing them? I know I did And the status quo would have remained as it is. Until someone starts liking the other person for real. Let's face it, boys and girls can never be true best friends as the sex thing always gets in the way. In Kaoru's case, as she becomes aware of the relationship she has with Junichi, her tsundere tendencies start to manifest itself, and she would fluster red to the top faster than it takes for blood to engorge my bottom half. Eventually she feels the need to take it to the next level, which is fine and dandy, although in real life situations, it is, more often than not, unrequited Fortunately for Kaoru, she is bestowed the title of Sexhair, which also translates into Sex God(dess) in Japanese, possessing charms which can subjugate even the Natsuru-est of them all.

Next week: Stomachs!

Hello, little girls. Look at your onii-chan, now back to me, now back at your onii-chan, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped browsing the internet and made more time for you, he could act like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re at a themepark with the man your onii-chan could act like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s a cute teddy bear from the claw machine with two tickets to that new movie you wanted your onii-chan to take you to. Look again, the tickets are now an ice-cream. Anything is possible when your onii-chan has time for you. I’m on a robot unicorn.

Folks, it is no secret that I respect the elderly. That is why it has never crossed my mind to sexualise senior citizens like Haruka here. Until now. Amagami does not play fair in that it employs the dirtiest tactics in the book to cripple my nutbladder. Even a hardened lolicon cum flat chest fetishist such as myself can only put up so much resistance towards Morishima senpai's charms. I am usually immune to cockteasing older girls, but I eventually found myself succumbing to Haruka's random Engrish outbursts and playful demeanour. Have I finally betrayed my ideals?

To reaffirm my fears, just before watching this episode, I expunged my daily build up of semen in the shower to see if I could react to the shack scene as hinted last week. I got a full fledged hard-on within half a second the moment she turned the other way and beckoned Junichi for a kneepit tasting. By the time Haruka was moaning, I felt pre-cum building at the tip of my manhood. I lost it during the pseudo-bondage play in the cafetaria. Feels bad man.

All this from a single episode. I am not sure if my body can take another arc let alone the entire season. God have mercy on my nutbladder

P.S Look up the wikipedia entry for the scientific term for kneepits.

Or I would like to call it my yearly apology to my senior and co-founder Folks, people say that I am funny and I believe them, because the quality of the content in this blog is laughable at best. That said, I would not have wanted it any other way. It is no secret that I pride myself in my 4chan origins, a fact that is reflected in almost all, if not every post that I have made thus far. 431 and counting. With it comes all the memetic shenanigans that can be overbearing at times. You would not believe the number of people I have irked with my imageboard mentality, where I basically made a nuisance of myself by doing things such as spouting unfunny one-liners to blatant trolling. The sad part is that even though I am well aware of it, I just cannot bring myself to stop.

My Bahasa Malaysia language teacher in secondary school put it best when she described my writings to be syok sendiri, a term used to define someone who derives pleasure from an act only he or she is able to. In other words, I write simply to pleasure myself. Kind of like masturbating, if you will. However, I personally feel that it is this seemingly conceited attitude that has kept me afloat in the blogosphere, where a good number of my peers who started roughly around the same time as me have burnt out and thrown in the towel. I also think that this approach has aided my attempts at differentiation, if only because not many have considered solely on churning out gimmicky posts. Above all else, I find this to be enjoyable, and as someone who gets bored almost too easily, that is an accomplishment on its own.

Of course, while I have made myself sound self sufficient, the fact of the matter is that I consider myself to be very fortunate, as I have been able to get away with the things that the average anime blogger would not consider or might think twice about actually pulling off. All the more to be thankful, I say, as too often have I noticed others struggling to find their niche, while I am blessed with the luxury of doing whatever I please. Keeping that in mind, I do give it my best to garner your attention, with what limited resources I have in terms of writing ability, bolstered only with cheap lulz and Photoshop. If you were entertained even for the slightest bit, then I can give myself a pat on the back and consider my work done.

If you are reading this as a frequent visitor, you cannot begin to fathom my gratitude towards all of you for being so accomodating and supportive in spite of my selfishness. My thanks also to other bloggers for allowing me to feel at home and acknowledging me with your pingbacks, blogroll additions and comments. Finally, as for my team of contributors, well, fuck them. They all abandoned me

You are ditching class and minding your own business when suddenly everything goes to shit and you have a zombie apocalypse in your hands. What do you do to survive?

Lifted directly off a trustworthy zombie survival tutorial, this guide provides a quintessential list of rules that a person should abide by in order to make it out alive in a zombie outbreak. This is not a comprehensive guide by any chance, so if you do get fucked by zombies, I offer only a prayer when your corpse is repeatedly defiled by brain munchers, as you eventually turn into one of them.

Zombies of late have been ferociously agile and atheletic, so more often than not, overweight people who do not exercise will be the first to go. When you are unarmed and have no other means of defending yourself, it all boils down to how far and how fast your legs can carry you.

For the most part, the main cast adhere to this very important rule; Or at least the girls do, since they are scantily clad to begin with, with much of what little clothing they have shredding conveniently throughout later on. However, it will all be for nought, since I imagine that they will be bogged down by the sheer weight of their breasts, which will eventually negate the first rule, regardless of how physically prepared they are otherwise.

Your odds of surviving a zombie outbreak would increase exponentially if you have a partner who is not a massive convulsing vagina and is able to kick ass. Especially if you are that kickass partner yourself. After all, survival in the event of an apocalypse takes precedence over the fact that you were dumped by your childhood friend for some douchebag.

Unless of course, you are actually the protagonist(see rule 8). Poor sap never stood a chance, and he had to learn the hard way about how even being grazed by an infected equates to being fucked. Can't fault him for trying though, since the Main Character syndrome got the better of him, considering he is both voiced by Miyano Mamoru and is going out with one of the main girls after all.

You may have access to a repertoire of weaponry, be it automatic rifles to makeshift ones you got hold from the janitor's, but if you do not limber up before facing a horde of zombies head on, you are still going to get fucked. Take a breather at the dojo and stretch those sword wielding muscles. Having your hands fail you even when your legs do not is going to plain suck.

Barracading yourself at the top of the roof may not be such a great idea, unless you already conform to rule 8. It will be a little troublesome breaking out again, but since you have a kickass partner on your side, you can easily wade through the zombies without so much of a hitch.

Chances are, you are not the kickass partner in question, so you would want to cling on to someone who actually is. As the name of the rule implies, the system works both ways, so while he protects your ass from zombies, it is your responsibility to give him that aforementioned booty as an equivalent trade.

This rule is subject to personal interpretation, so do as it says. It will always be the smallest things in life that remind you of what you are fighting for and put your mind off the fact the world is coming to an inevitable end. Pictured above is what I assume is the protagonist's. Of course it also serves as a form of combat enchancement, as there is nothing like these moments to get the blood pumping to every inner, outer and nether region of the body.

End of Guide

I am unfazed by blood and gore, but the humongous torpedo-shaped Inazuma knockers are always unnerving no matter how many times I gaze my eyes on them. Oh, the horror.

There is little for me to talk about in regards to the plot, since the title is self explanatory as it is, though it does make me sort of wonder why this has not been done already, as the only example I can think of at the top of my head is the forgettable Tokyo Majin Gakuen Kenpuchō.

In terms of originality, Highschool of the Dead encompasses all the zombie movie tropes one would come to expect, which is nothing wrong of course, and I believe Madhouse can pull it off, provided that they do not blow all their budget on animating tits and ass.