I just want to say I’m real disappointed in humanity. After last night’s unofficial Valentine’s Day anime screening in my dorm lounge, I’m not sure if I can even face the world again. This was an event that was more humiliating than my break-up with Rebecca or that time I accidentally bought the edited DVD of Yu-Yu Hakusho. This was a night I will not soon forget.
I had high hopes for last night. I signed out the room, rigged up the 27’ TV, fired up the Insignia DVD player, set out the complementary ramen and was ready by 6:30 for the festivities to begin at 7:00. At first, nobody showed up. Students would pass by laughing at either my DBZ shirt, my weight problem or both. Finally, some fellow otaku attended. There were about five in total, but two of them started making out during the first anime and I had to ask them to leave for disrupting the showing. Other than the cup of ramen that was angrily thrown at me by the couple on the way out, the screening seemed to be going real well. That is, until 7:30.
It was at that time that a large group of people entered the room. I promptly informed them that this room was reserved for my anime screening. They said they knew and came to the room specifically for the event. I informed them that they could stay, but they must remain silent during the screening. It didn’t take long for them to start giggling and mocking everything on screen. As the night went on, they became more rowdy in their heckling. I’m sorry if you bakas can’t take the romance of Koi Kaze like mature adults, but some of us can. And I don’t appreciate you mocking those who came there specifically to watch anime by calling them ‘weeaboos’ and ‘forever alone’. I didn’t know any of these people or how just how they found out about my meeting (I posted the details in the newsletter), but they were not welcome.
Normally, at our official club, me and the other chairs would overpower jackals. But this unofficial screening was all of my own conception. There was no way I could successfully kick out all twelve of these hooligans. By the time Koi Kaze ended, all of the official club members were long gone and the twelve jokers remained. “What happened to the animoos,” they yelled. “The screening is over, go home,” I told them. At that point they were sent into a rage demanding more anime and trashing the room by launching the chairs and their Gatorade bottles at me. One of them successfully lodged their Physics book into the TV (which I am now responsible for). I tried to calm them down by telling them they could come up to my room to watch more anime. This announcement was met with a thunderous cheer as they hussled up to my room. This was my biggest mistake.
My room is very cramped and cannot hold twelve people, but they still forced themselves in. Several piles of anime and manga were knocked over and stepped on. They were growing restless. Fearing for my life at what they would do next, I quietly asked what anime they wanted to watch. One of them perked right up and said they had a burned DVD of some show called Boku no Pico. Normally I detest fansubs, but I didn’t want to argue with these people fearing they would kill me with how rowdy they were. Besides, I recieved several recommendations for this show so maybe it will be good.
It was not good at all. Boku no Pico is one of the worst shows I’ve ever seen. The character development was attrocious with no real build up to the sexual tension. I felt nothing for these characters on an emotional level. The voice acting was attrociously cast as it sounded like the boys were voiced by girls. The character designs were very uninspired. Worst of all, the story is all over the place and never really reaches a conclusion. Overall, it’s a very bland show. It’s also horrible for another reason which I’ve chosen to block from my selective memory.
After trashing my place, destroying several out-of-print anime DVDs I paid well over $100 each for, the crowd left. And what was I left with on Valentine’s Day? A trashed lounge which I must clean up, a broken spirit after watching a horrible anime I didn’t want to see and my collection of anime and manga in ruins. Happy Valentine’s Day.
Paul-sama, I’m sorry I bad mouthed you and the club. And I’m sorry I photoshopped your head on those yaoi pictures. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make it up to the entire club. Alone, we are vulnerable, but together, the Society of Anime & Manga will triumph over the baka-gaijin. I recommend our first order of business next week is to find out who those horrible people were who trashed my room and get revenge. I’ll bet you a box of Pocky it was those jealous jerks from the Manga Anime Society.
-Keep on Rockin’ That Dragon