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Draw This, Then Die! #01
Despite the provocative title, it's a heartfelt look at the inspirational power of manga. If you've learned life lessons from books, if you believe in the magic of Tatsuya Kitani OPs, if you wanna hear Saori Hayami doing a silly voice, give this a shot!
After several months of animating (and procrastinating), finally finished this short fan animation parody of toe's Loneliness will Shine featuring Bocchi the Rock!
#ぼっち・ざ・ろっく#Huion
Oh snap, Hiroki Mutaguchi (The SSSS Gridman/Dynazenon series) is the mechanical animation director for the Rayearth remake!
The mecha for this show is in very good hands.
"The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn't a Guy At All" NEW TEASER TRAILER
Opening by Nirvana
Director: Masashi Ishihama
Character Design: Kanna Hirayama
Animation Production: CloverWorks
Air Date: January 2027
>>>https://t.co/VPJlRAL6uE
Check out this special interview between the one and only Dave Grohl and the creator of The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn't a Guy At All, Sumiko Arai. #AX2026
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.