天下制覇

I feel unclean.

Impressions:

So, my 1am train of thought begins with something along the lines of "Oh, a Maken-ki DVD special, let’s see what we’ve got here. Time to fire up the manual capper so I don’t end up with two screencaps per second of the short."

What followed thereafter was a slow descent into somewhere profane.

First off, it took me about a minute into it to realize that this beast was 10 minutes long. After that, when Haruko’s breasts began wildly flopping all over her chest from the act of doing a half-situp, I began contemplating that perhaps the air itself in the Makenkiverse was several times denser than our air. It would explain much, from their skintight clothes to the way that dangly female body parts seem to have to fight to move anywhere and can only do so by crushing whatever is in their path. Around this point, we had already passed through situps and squats, zooming in on her crotch twice, so she had to get changed and begin sword swings… putting all other floppy boob jostles to shame. I thought about paring down all my attempts to catch them at the peak of their floppiness, but I’m not sure if doing that would adaquately chronicle my evening.

Then she started doing pushups. Literally bouncing off her boobs against the floor was bad enough, but there was something about the way her cleavage stared at the screen… something dark… something inhuman… Then it was time for stretches with a full-on closeup of her angrily gaping cameltoe. Is angrily the right word for that? Hmm… Yes. Yes, I think it is.

Thank you, and good night.