Cross Ange #22 — We’ve All Given Up, Writers
March 7th, 2015
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This episode may have exceeded all possible expectations.
Impressions:
The episode began with babble, a spanking, and then Embryo daydreaming (while spanking) about the rest of his harem. There was really nowhere for this episode to go from there but up. And no, I am not kidding about the spanking. Fast forward slightly to Useless Glasses Woman being zombified by Embryo, whereupon Sally unleashed her secret anti-Embryo power, yodeling forcefully. Yodeling forcefully. Pinky, meanwhile, learns that Embryo couldn’t give half a crap and joins the “I only now realize that the crazy rapist is psychotic, so I better be psychotic too” brigade. Speaking of him, he goes full crazy too and just starts nuking everyone and everything. I guess for giggles. Like being a psychotic genocidal magical rapist demigod wasn’t enough.Â
And then there’s the second half, which was mostly Ange having flashbacks about Momoka and Tusk in the least convincing display of “They’re totally dead” ever. And then they decided to double down on that by having Tusk just wander up, shag her dirty in the middle of the beach, and then Momoka simply wanders up too. I have questions. Like, was Momoka watching? I kept waiting for the painfully obvious reveal that they were puppeted up by Embryo after, you know, ‘dying’ in giant explosions right in front of him, or that Ange had gone grief-crazy and just given her virginity to very surprised and now scarred for life sea turtle, but I guess we’ve all just given up here, because the excuse they used for how Momoka survived being shot, run over, and exploded was “I always keep a frying pan in my shirt.”
I always keep a frying pan in my shirt.
Next Episode:
Purple is the new black.
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