Today's marketplace is one of instant gratification. The aspiring shopper can go online, place an order, be billed immediately, and receive their anime DVDs the very next day. In olden days, the shopper would have to wait for a catalog to arrive, fill out an order form, and then mail it in along with payment to a company far away. Weeks later the package would arrive, but it would not be anime. It would be a thrashing apparatus used to harvest wheat, or some kind of terrifying medical instrument designed to cure a painful uterine prolapse. To put in bluntly, the world of old was a festering cesspool and the people that lived in it were devoured whole by its evil.
it's hard to shake the feeling that I've always got five stars in this Grand Theft Auto known as life.
Now, inexplicably, season three is looming over us like some sort of dome. Season one's plot asked whether or not the town could get out from under the dome. Apparently the answer was "no". Season two asked "I guess we're really stuck, huh?" and the answer was "yup".
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