Honestly, it's been a while since I read something that rode mood dissonance so damned
hard. It's like the author(s?) wanted to write a fairly standard modern-military-hits-fantasy thing, but had some sort of fanservice director writing in lines every third paragraph or something. And maybe two or three different artists with similar but notably distinct styles. Feels almost frankensteinian, somehow.
It's... I'm reading it? And I think I sorta' like it? Maybe? But it's the sort of like I feel for particularly readable bad fanfiction. B-Movie, so-bad-it's-good kinda' stuff. Along those lines. Inspired but distracted amateur work.
Did just realize the last time I felt like this, though -- reading Re:Monster LN translations. Suddenly humor and cheerful tentacle-inclined harem antics in my previously bloody half-video-game/half-survival fantasy romp. Like a porn quota was bolted onto the story or somethin'.
Which is, like. I'm okay with porn quotas. But it
feels weird. Not exactly bad, just... wriggly? Like you'd expect onset worm rot to feel, I guess. Makes the story mooshier than it could (should?) be.
"Hundred thousand people just got brutally mowed down -- let's talk about tits!" Sorta' like that.
E: Sweet hell, I just realized they actually
named the 900+ year old serial-killing apostle of what appears to be a god of murder
Loli. My face has been palmed.
E2: Aannndd now the Actually 500 Years Old loli is orgasming herself into a berserker frenzy. What the
hell have you people brought upon this thread.
E3: Then the fondling of the well-endowed corpse. Really?
Really? I mean, on one hand, okay. Demoralization. And it worked. On the other hand, you people just drew that. The other hand is now full of decapitated corpse tit. Alright then.
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