You step into the restaurant and it immediately goes silent. The staff and patrons all turn suspicious glares on your for a moment and you have just enough time to see their expressions shift to something like amused recognition before they each transform into a swarm of tiny black snakes that fan out and disappear into cracks in the room, leaving only empty piles of clothes behind.
I’d like to get close to you.
But I’d be more comfortable if you stayed at arm’s reach.
I’d feel much safer if you kept back a spear-length.
It would ease my mind if you were just outside bowshot.
I would sleep soundly knowing are not within ICBM range.
I just ate the flesh of two different slave creatures, then crushed another creature to death because it was distracting me from my entertainment. I guess if a group of roving murderers decided to break into my lair, kill me and take all my valuables, I would pretty much deserve it.
The impact of anime on Japan is visible in its language. Where the Eskimos have hundreds of ways to say “snow”, the Japanese have hundreds of ways to write “Akira”, each with subtle differences that express time, mood, or relationships between the writer, reader and groundbreaking animated film.
Whenever I look up and see the moon during daylight hours, I always think of Cecil and Golbez and the Big Whale.