And let us bring this extravaganza of loosely coordinated narratives about how I suddenly seem to have a completely different day to enjoy peace and quiet after the day when I wanted to have peace and quiet only for it to be heavily (and unexpectedly!) idoled up to a close. In exchange for my forbearance, for my sheer moral courage to stand in the face of so much new and interesting stuff and say “shut up you guys, there’s gingerbread,” I offer you what the literal packaging says is “perfect for Christmas.”
I speak, of course, of Broken By The Scream blasting the faces off of a few hundred very enthusiastic devotees of having their faces blown off by Broken By The Scream:
You know what they say: Every time Kagura shrieks incomprehensibly in the dulcet tones of the blackest of hells, an angel gets its wings ripped off. Won’t it be exciting when BBTS hits American shores next year?