Snippets and Stories (I): Kill La Kill

It was the usual mundanity.

Shir sat at their desk and tapping away at the keys. They were a writer true, or so they oft liked to pretend. It was a fun hobby.

Just then several alleged friends came bursting through the doorway, and the brunette flinched at the sharp slam as the door collided harshly with the wall.

"Guys what--"

They knew that Shir loathed to be interrupted in the middle of spinning yarn. It was nothing short of irritating and the practicing writer was more than slightly irked.

"Shir! You gotta watch this new anime, it's called Kill La Kill and it is the BEST. THING. EVER."

Shir frowned. There had been plenty of pictures on the web, and a lot of acquaintances were well into the frivolous show, "That's nice but i'm not intere--"

"YOU HAVE TO WATCH IT!!" they cut in, "It's so funny! Greatest show ever!"

Somewhat miffed at their interruption Shir frowned, "No, I don't. It's not that great a show."

"How would you know, you haven't watched it!" "You're loss, you're missing out!"

"On the contrary--"

"Yeah! Besides Kill La Kill isn't bad, the humor is amazing and so is the story and it was made by this great producer that's why we're watching it. Oh and the show is hilarious and amazing!"

Aside to themselves, Shir grumbled, "Sounds like what they said about the bible."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Shir sighed. Circular reasoning was beyond them. Sitting up straight, the brunette shrugged, a hand up in a half-hearted gesture to reason, "Just because the guy who produced it made some other great shows doesn't mean this one will be great. Besides the skimpiness is just excessive and poorly designed. And look at Mako! Her character outbursts get so repetitive. It's like, when will you ever shut up? Is there a fast-forward button on this thing? And never mind the rest of them. How are you not bored by the cookie cutter characters?"

"Uh, because the show is great and you have no taste?"

"You realize the protagonist--"

"You better not say anything bad about Ryuko!" "Yeah she's the best!"

"But the plot--"

"It's a parody! They're making fun of the usual stuff!" "Duh!" "Uhuh!"

"But it's not even--" The dark pince-nez that rested on their face helped hide the twitch that started in their eye, but Shir removed it in favor of pinching the bridge of their nose, eyes tightly shut in exasperation.

It'd be more tolerable if this didn't happen every other day. How did they even manage to scrounge up so many things to throw themselves at and hype about?

How they managed to become so deeply enraptured by that show was beyond the simple brunette. The so called comedic parody was like they a dish that overcompensated by using so much flavoring it was more seasoning than substance, and still it managed to come out tasteless.

Shaking their head Shir slipped on the pince-nez again. "Okay whatever, get out. I don't care--"

"Whatever! You're just jealous none of your work is half as good." "Yeah!" "Just keep writing those dumb stories, no one cares to read them but yourself anyways!"

They left and that was the end of that.

Honestly, people threw themselves so eagerly into new fads and whatever was hot. It was like watching sheep stampede off a cliff, each throwing themselves as hard as they could off the bluff into the jagged rocks that awaited below.

What was the point of buying all that merchandise and showing their utter mindless love for such vapid things?

"People are so stupid." Shir mumbled, head in his hand and the other resting on the back of their chair.

With that they swiveled back to tap away at the screen again, unfazed. They were too accustomed to it to be bothered.