THE SCORE IS IN THE TITLE
What the fuck kind of people are populating the world of Aldnoah.Zero? All the high school students are cliché-ass anime teenagers besides In-a-fucking-HO, nobody has any fucking personality, the Martians are just evil bad guys with no fucking depth, and Slaine always a look on his face like he’s fucking constipated. Who did they base him on, Jaden fucking Smith? FUCK man. Having the main character be an emotionless strategic genius isn’t fun if no one else is interesting. Who the fuck is Slaine? Is his personality just “I love the Princess just because she’s the one who saved me and one of the only Martians who’s not prejudiced against Terrans even though she’s grown up around by people who are?”
Why does Princess Asseylum (if that’s even her fucking name because I don’t give enough of a shit to even leave a streak on the bottom of a toilet bowl right now) go around in her fucking dress when anyone could walk by and realize, “Hey, I just felt a dress. No one’s wearing a dress. She feels like she’s wearing a dress. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!”
WHY THE FUCK DOES ZANKYOU NO TERROR HAVE TO HAVE SUCH BAD FUCKING ENGLISH IN IT?!
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Any work of fiction is not required to explain why its characters are the way they are at the beginning of the work (e.g. their personalities, their powers). The writer’s job is not to explain the premise, but rather to use the premise as a launching board for a compelling and consistent story.
"The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. Yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don‘t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling."
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
I want people to talk to me like it’s not a big deal, because I know it’s not, but my conditioned response is to treat it like it is.
What I get instead is people acting like it’s not a big deal, but I know in the back of their heads they’re judging me for it. It’s in the way their head tilts slightly backwards, as their eyes just noticeably widen and their lips form a small “o.” It’s in what they don’t say.
There is no good or bad, only life or death.