MAS Monitor - Vol 13

The MAS Monitor – Volume 13
October 30th, 2004

Newsletter main email – masnokaihoo@hotmail.com

Staff
- Jessi Silver – jessi@gonein60fps.net
- Peter – heath_darkness@hotmail.com
- Nastassja Riemermann
- Vu Dang
- Mark McPherson
- Setsuki Korinzu

With special guest columnist Taichiro Endo
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Table of Contents
*MAS News
*Features
    -Taichiro’s Column
*Reviews
   -The Sound of the Waves
   -Growing Up
*Entertainment
   -Red Light Run
*Industry
   -DVD Release Dates
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MAS News
Jessi Silver

Did everyone have fun at the Halloween party? In spite of a few glitches (darn the awful sound system in that room), almost everything went smoothly. Congratulations to the participants in the Delinquent contest and Cosplay contest. Everyone did a great job entertaining the audience and showing off their skills.

Taichiro wowed us with another of his great presentations about Japanese Otaku culture. Be sure to check out his column in this issue of the newsletter if you were gone on Thursday, because he goes over the points of his presentation.

Also check out Vu’s story, Red Light Run, found in the entertainment section of the newsletter. It’s very good.

And this is just for my own information. Out of all of you who receive this newsletter, no one has ever really given me much feedback about what they like or dislike. So I’d like people to leave me comments or email me just to let me know what they like, dislike and think could be included in the newsletter that isn’t already. It would be really helpful.

Thanks, and enjoy this week’s newsletter.

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Taichiro’s column
Taichiro Endo

Hello, this is Taichiro. How was my Halloween presentation? In this column, I will review my presentation and summarize the points.

Genshiken
Genshiken is an anime which started this October. The theme of this anime is the life of Japanese Otaku university students. It depicts how Japanese otaku have fun by attending Comic Market, going to Akihabara, chatting in their meeting room, etc. If you are interested in Japanese otaku culture, this is the best material to learn about it.


Comic Market
Comic Market is the biggest Dojinshi (fan-made comics) convention in Japan. It is held in both August and December, and about 500,000 otaku attend each convention. The big 3 events of Comic Market are the Dojinshi Market, Company booths and Cosplay.

The Dojinshi Market is a place to sell and buy Dojinshi. About 10,000 circles (clubs that produce Dojinshi) come to sell their Dojinshi each day. About 60-70% of them are for adults. Since some big circles pull in many thousands of dollars a day, they are sometimes called professional Dojin authors.

The Company booths are places for companies to sell their products. Since many companies sell special limited goods there, fans make long lines in order to buy them. We sometimes need to wait 2, 3 or more hours.

Cosplay is also a big event of Comic Market. Different from the convention in U.S, what cosplayers do is just walk around the convention center. Many thousands of cosplayers come to Comic Market, and more cameramen come to take their pictures.


Japanese Otaku Club
Japanese Universities also have several Otaku-related clubs. The size and activities depend on each club, but in many cases the number of members is fewer than in American Anime club like MAS, and some of them make Dojinshi as their main activity.

We do not have a custom to gather and watch anime in a theater like MAS. What we usually do is to gather in the meeting room and spend time chatting, gaming, reading manga, etc. Many members bring some otaku related stuff such as manga, figures, and computer games to the meeting room, so the room is filled with these kinds of deep things.

Akihabara
Akihabara is an area of downtown in Tokyo with many otaku-related stores. The scenery of Akihabara is very characteristic; you can see many advertising displays of anime characters. Let’s see some examples.

Dojin shops are stores that have Dojinshi, Dojin Goods, Dojin software, etc. Dojinshi is becoming a big business in Japan.

Gashapon hall is a store filled with trading figure vending machines called Gashapon. We can see these kinds of vending machines in the U.S. but the interesting point is that the large floor of this store is filled only with these vending machines.

You can see arcade games both in Japan and the U.S. but the different point is that big arcade game complexes called game centers exist in Japan. Some of the arcade games are networked and players can compete with each other. We can find charismatic game players in some game centers.

Akihabara has many bookstores that sell manga. We can find almost all manga there.

Cosplay café is also a specialty of Akihabara. The main kind of Cosplay café is a Maid café where the waitresses cosplay as maids to serve customers. About 12 of these kinds of cafés and bars are around Akihabara. In some famous cafés, waitresses are sometimes treated like idols. We can even buy character goods of waitresses in cosplay cafés.

That is a quick review note of my presentation. If you have some question or comments, feel free to contact me at endo0013(at)umn.edu.

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Animated Classics of Japanese Literature: The Sound of the Waves, Parts 1 & 2
Reviewed by Mark McPherson
Length: 50 minutes
Year Created: 1986
Content: Contains nudity and adult situations.

According to her biography, Mishima Yukio was one of the most talented writers of the 20th century. She lived from 1925 to 1970 and won the Shinchosha Literary Prize for her book “The Sound of the Waves” in 1954. What better way to celebrate her work than to be reproduced in the form of an anime.

The story takes place during the post World War 2 era in a small village by the sea. Shinji is a poor fishermen who valiantly continues his work to support his mom and his brother. Though he is not rich, he is happy with his life until he meets Hatsue, the daughter of rich fisherman. Despite her marriage already being arranged with a more wealthy and cocky man, Hatsue takes a liking to Shinji. The two meet in secrecy in order to prevent rumors from spreading around the village. However, Hatsue’s sister, Chiyoko, is very interested in Shinji. The two lovers, angered by their other relationships tearing them apart, finally have an embarrassing moment looking at each other’s body. Hatsue realizes then that she wants to marry Shinji, but rumors about their relationship start to leak out and cause much anger within the village. Chiyoko becomes depressed that Shinji does not return her feelings of love for him, but she understands that Shinji needs to be with Hatsue. The question still remains as to how the two lovers are to be engaged if marriage has already been arranged. In order to get Hatsue’s father’s approval, Shinji must prove his courage and strength by overcoming the raging sea as a sailor.

What makes the Sound of Waves so interesting is that this romantic story has a solid foot in reality and there is still an element of fantasy the story. It ends with Shinji getting the girl, but only after having proved himself to win the admiration of her father. Both characters Shinji and Hatsue want to prove their worth to society. Shinji wants to be more than just a poor fisherman and Hatsue wants to pick her own husband instead of an arranged marriage. These two characters don’t feel weak, but everyone else in the village is an obstacle for them. Observing how Shinji and Hatsue push their emotions of love without taking the Romeo and Juliet route shows a lot of creativity in Mishima’s original story. As for the others characters, they too will make the audience connect with them. I felt sorry for Chiyoko being pushed away by Shinji and felt angered by how Hatsue’s arranged husband is rather arrogant.

Now comes the most difficult part of my review to write: The animation style. The character designs are pretty simplistic. There isn’t too much detail to the characters themselves as there is no white in their eyes. I found this to be a problem as some of the emotions the characters were trying to express were not conveyed properly through the animation. The characters designs are pretty interesting and different, but they could have had more expression. Yet, I feel if this anime had more detail, it would take away a certain sense of reality to the tale. Aside from the animation, the direction was excellent. Part 1 is cut off in a moment of tension between Shinji and Hatsue when they are staring at each others naked bodies by a fire which makes for a perfect cliff hanger. I also admire the camera angles used in this sequence such as the side shot of the two lovers looking at each other through the flames of a roaring fire. I found the music to fit the mood perfectly for this tale with a light and touching soundtrack.

While the animation may disgust many people, those who can look past some of the flaws in the animation will find a good story. The characters aren’t flat, the relationships feel real and the setting is unique. If you are looking for spectacular, cutesy, detailed animation, look somewhere else, but if you’re looking for a good real deal tale of romance, this anime is for you. Overall, Sound of Waves is a light anime that doesn’t require any action, machines or magic to be enjoyable.

Pros: Great story with exceptional direction and touching music.

Cons: The simplistic animation may be too hard for some to watch.

Grade: B


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Animated Classics of Japanese Literature: Growing Up
Reviewed by Mark McPherson
Length: 25 minutes
Year Created: 1986
Content: Contains mild violence and adult situations.

Animated Classics of Japanese Literature takes famous stories from Japan and animates them into a half hour show. Growing Up was originally written by Higuchi Ichiyo. Higuchi was born in 1872 and struggled to overcome poverty and health issues, but was able to publish some acclaimed work of literature. Higuchi Ichiyo died from tuberculosis at the young age of twenty-four.

Growing Up is a story that takes place in the Meiji ere about, well, growing up. Shota is the son of a drunken monk and Midori is the sister of a geisha prostitute. Shota and Midori’s friends see the two as destined lovers. Shota is very shy as he lives a long ways away from his friends. Midori is very cheerful as she loves each and every living thing and shares her sister’s money with her friends. The two seem like the perfect match. However, their moods begin to change in a breakdown of communication. Shota fears being made fun of by his friends for being seen with Midori so he avoids her. In return, Midori thinks Shota is being stuck up and refuses to speak to him as well. Their relationship becomes even worse as Shota’s friends are harassed by a gang who wants to get back at them. It isn’t long before both Shota and Midori get a cold slap of reality and realize nothing can stay the same forever.

Did I mention that Shota and Midori were children? Yet, both of these characters are very powerful at one point or another in this anime. There is one scene in which the rival gang harasses one of Midori’s friends and Midori stands up to the gang by stating that if they want to fight someone, fight her. Shota really becomes a powerful character towards the end of the show. There is a scene when Midori is crying after realizing she cannot escape what fate has in store for her and Shota becomes angry that Midori can’t accept what she cannot change. In addition to the lovers, there are other characters who assume the role of the threshold guardian, the trickster and the mentor. The story has a tragic ending, but it works in terms of children learning to grow up.

Much like the previous Animated Classics of Japanese Literature, this anime experimented with a different style. At first, the scroll drawn backgrounds were appealing, but then I witnessed the characters signs. While taking a close look at some of the characters, there is definite art style the character designers were going for, but it doesn’t quite hold up as well in the animation. With Midori and Shota, the style works as they both resemble characters from scrolls. However, some of the characters will remind you of the animation styles used in Dennis the Menace and Scooby Doo. This is the anime’s biggest flaw as the character designs don’t work as well with the animation. It almost feels as if the animation directors were trying too hard to come up with a new style and ended up with a bizarre final product.

Even with the lacking animation and character designs, I have to admire the staff for trying to break away from conventional anime style. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. With Growing Up, it didn’t work, but now animators can learn from these errors. If nothing else, Growing Up as itself is a good story and it is such a shame that people will be paying more attention to the less then perfect animation instead of the story itself.

Pros: A well-written original story with unique characters.

Cons: The experimental animation will fail to attract viewers who put quality over story; eerie animation technique and character designs reminiscent of some Hanna Barbera cartoons.

Grade: C

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Red Light Run
By Vu Dang
“How long you been coming to this bar, Lou? Nine years? Ten years?”

“Since last week.”

“Whatever. Just tell me something.” Wesley pointed at the jukebox beside the bar.

“That song’s been playing constantly since I got here. Just tell me, who the fuck keeps putting in quarters for that song?”

Lou shrugged. Then he slid off his stool and walked up to the jukebox, slipped in a nickel, and restarted the song.

“The hell you do that for?”

Lou shrugged again.

“You see?” Wesley said. “Nothing makes any sense. Just now I saw you put a nickel into the jukebox. I think I’m dreaming, Lou.”

Dream, dream, dream, wailed the Everly Brothers from their vinyl confines.

“I’m supposed to be at my wedding right now,” Wesley said. “Everybody’s at the chapel waiting for me. Just look at me, all dressed up and nice. I love my fiancé. But you know what the problem is?”

“What?”

Wesley grabbed the green Heineken bottle off the counter.

“The problem is, I can’t wake up.”

He swung the bottle at Lou’s head. Lou’s head exploded. Bits of bone and blood splattered the counter. Tiny spiders spilled out from the newly-opened hole.

“See that?”

“Jeez-Louise,” Lou said. “How come you never complained about this before?”

From behind Wesley, a bray of laughter. He ignored it. “I just realized it this morning.”

“So you had to go and bust my head open. Thanks a lot.”

“Well, thanks for putting on that song, jackass!”

“Hey, fellas.” It was the bartender, working a washcloth on the shot glasses. “Tell you what. Have a couple of drinks on me. Relax.”

He gave them beers. For the next couple of hours, Wesley, Lou, and the bartender drank and talked about their jobs, and on occasion flipped on the television just to see what was on. Before they knew it, the sun was rising (or, at least, the redness was getting brighter). Lou had to bid Wesley goodbye. He grabbed his coat and left—blood, brains, spiders, and all.

Wesley sighed and leaned his head up.

What the hell am I doing here?

Wesley noticed the group pictures lining the top of the wall. There he was, his arm slung around Christie, on the far left side of the photo with most of the college football team and their mascot, Rabie the Squirrel, all arm-locked and half-drunk off their asses.

Wesley jerked up. He took the bartender by his collar. “Listen! You have to help me.”

“What, what?”

“I have a wedding. I love Christie. See that picture over there? That’s my fiancé. You have to help me.”

“I don’t—”

“Someone’s playing a horrible trick on me. I’m in a dream. I can’t wake up.”

Blinding red light was spilling through the window and smacking the bartender on the side of the face. He looked utterly plastic.

“Maybe you should step outside,” the bartender said, “go for a walk.”

“You don’t understand. If I don’t wake up, I can’t—” Wesley felt his jacket crawling all over him with sweat. “Shit. I want to tell her how much I love her.”

“Just relax, buddy. Relax yourself and turn around.”

“What?”

“Turn around.”

The bartender winked. Wesley did as he was told.

Sitting at the booth in the corner was a bald man, looked to be in his twenties, with a wide, silver-toothed grin on his face. He was in sharp relief to the gray, smoke-stained slabs of wood veneer, as he was shirtless and pale as a baby, yet he was a part of the booth, his body sunk deep into the green pleather. Across the man’s neck was a thick band of red paint. It could’ve been blood.

“There’s your man,” the bartender said.

“You.” Wesley approached him. “You’ve always been there, haven’t you?”

The man nodded.

“You’re the one who’s always laughing.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

“You mind telling me what’s going on?”

“Sure.” He crossed his legs. “I’m keeping you here.”

Wesley launched at him, grabbed his neck. “Why? I have a wedding, god damn it! Tell me why you’re doing this to me!” His neck was as hard as a bundle of steel cables. “Tell me, you creep!”

“Look at your hands.”

Wesley jerked back. Red paint from the man’s neck was all over his hands. “I get it now. I’m dead.”

The men burst out laughing. “Sorry. Too many episodes of Twilight Zone.” He signaled the bartender to switch off the TV.

"No, you’re not dead. Heavens, it’s nothing so trite as that. And you are asleep. But this isn’t a dream.”

“Then what is it?”

“A nightmare.”

The man’s eyes squeezed into pinholes like on the face of a doll with its eyes ripped off. “My name’s Cracken.”

“Ten years, Cracken!”

“Thought you’d have had it figured out sooner. Hey, bartender. You mind?”

The bartender nodded, slipped a quarter into the slot, and the moment the song ended, punched up the numbers for the Everly Brothers.

Dreeeeaam. Dream-dream-dream-dream—

“I’ll kill you,” Wesley said. He crashed a beer bottle against the counter.

“All right, all right,” Cracken said. “Enough of the dramatics. You want to get out of here and go to your wedding? Fine. But on certain conditions.”

Wesley held the broken bottle to Cracken’s neck.

“Whoa, no harm done,” Cracken said. He put up his hands for Wesley to see. “I just think you’re fun to watch, that’s all.” He was a cripple. All kinds of wires and attachments were screwed into his hands. “I live through others. That’s what I do.”

“But you can do that by turning on a TV.”

“The key concept here,” he said, “is authenticity.”

“How about an authentic bottle in your neck?”

Cracken continued: “Even the most well-publicized celebrity is but a shadow of a man, one whose life it would do me no more to follow than if I followed my own. You are a real man, Wesley, the only one here.”

The bottle broke in Wesley’s hand, cutting it.

“And now that you’re aware,” he said, “we can make a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Have a seat.”

Wesley backed away from him. Behind Cracken was a Budweiser mirror. Wesley saw himself therein, the same man from ten years ago, who had fallen asleep on his brother’s couch waiting for the limo to arrive—now a little better from the booze, but otherwise the same.

“Ten years,” Wesley said.

The dart board. In ten year’s time, Wesley must have thrown a hundred thousand darts at that board. The bathroom. He must have gone in and out of it more times than any bathroom in his whole life.

Cracken leaned an elbow on the table top. “Let’s make sure we’re in full understanding, shall we?”

Slowly, Wesley nodded.
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Wesley sprang awake. He checked his watch. By his best calculation, two hours had passed since he first lay down.

His older brother popped into the room.

“You doing okay, bro?”

“Martin!”

“The limo should be here any minute.”

Wesley had to blink several times to get the sleep out of his eyes, but when his vision cleared, he could see the dashing young man his brother was.

“I can’t believe it’s you, Martin.”

“Of course it’s me. I’ll see you at the chapel, ‘kay?”

His brother left.
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White ribbons bulged from a bed of paper flowers above the double doors, forming a curtain that swayed with each billow of air from the chapel’s cool interior. By the time Wesley arrived, where most of the guests were already in attendance. He saw his younger brother Arnold, that infallible prick. Haven’t seen you in a long time, how’s the laundry biz? He saw his ten-year-old niece Rachel at Arnold’s side. She was drawing purple flowers on the inside flap of a hymnal.

Martin, the best man, was waiting for him at the altar.

“Looking good, bro.”

The procession began. The ushers entered first, followed by the ring bearer and the flower girl.

And then Christie came in. Christie, resplendent in a frame of lace and veil and sunshine, of Auburn hair and white halation in her mortal glory. Christie, whose laughter resounded in his memory for all the eternity which he had been without her, whose favorite food was Chinese takeout, whose favorite color was red.

The priest began.

“Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today—”

Wesley swept her into his arms and planted a big wet kiss on her lips. The viewers gasped.

Martin whispered, “Celebration comes after you tie the knot.”

Lord love it, the officiant had to pry Wesley off for normal procedure to resume.

Which, by all accounts, didn’t happen. They kissed for as long as the priest talked. The priest, being a most experienced practitioner, delivered an abridged version of the rites. Christie gave her vows. Wesley gave his.

When all was said and done, the priest pronounced: “You may now kiss the bride.”

“A foregone conclusion, if I may say so,” Martin said.

At the reception, they cut cake, threw the bouquet, danced the cha-cha, ate Italian chicken, and drank. They opened wedding gifts before an adoring crowd.

“Wow!” Christie said. “A CD rack. Wes, honey, look.”

Wesley was at the far end of the table clutching a toaster to his chest and weeping madly. He suddenly jumped up with the toaster held high.

“I’m so lucky I can’t believe I didn’t realize, I’m so goddamn lucky this is the best day of my life I’m so lucky!”

He pumped the toaster into the air, and entreated Arnold and Rachel to join him by giving them each wedding gifts, an espresso machine for Arnold, a blender for Rachel.

Christie took him aside. “What’s gone over you?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just, something like this, you wish it could last forever. You know?”

Christie grinned. “That’s why we have our memories.”

“And photographers,” the photographer said. He took their picture: a teary-eyed Wesley in Christie’s arms with his head on her shoulder.

Wesley checked his watch. “My god, we have to go!”

“Wait, what about—”

“There’s no time. We’re both out of time.”

He led her to the fire escape.

“I don’t understand,” Christie said.

Behind the cake table on the other end of the room, bright red light was seeping through the edges of the wall and ceiling. Some of the old bats, come to refresh themselves on punch, noticed the light and began backing away.

“What is that?” Christie said.

The light burst through the wall in a dense vertical sheet and started edging its way forward.

Wesley waved his hand high.

“This is goodbye! I love each and every one of you! Mama, Daddy, Arnold, Martin, I love all of you!” Wesley stooped down to pat Rachel on the shoulder. “Keep the blender. Don’t do drugs.” He shouted down the questions of the guests in attendance with a last “Goodbye!” and then left.

No fire alarm went off when they opened the door—some fire exit! He and Christy rushed for the limousine. The light was edging its way out through the restaurant windows. (For this being light, it could pass through transparent objects and the like.) Waiters and attendants were running out before it, who weren’t altogether comfortable being near such an anomaly.

Wesley told the driver: “Go.”

The limousine took off. Wesley turned to Christie. “Listen to me. Do you remember that sports bar we used to go to back in college?”

Christie nodded. “O’Flatulie’s, right?”

“That’s the one. Let’s go there now.”

“Right now?”

“For old time’s sake.”

She frowned.

“Christie, do you remember that time at the bar, the whole football team was there, and Rabie the Squirrel was there and all we did for two hours was drink beer and listen to Rabie tell jokes?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember the joke that made you laugh so hard, you cried?”

“I’m not—”

“Rabie said: what does a true country hick like to do on Halloween?”

She said nothing.

“He likes to pump kin. It was terrible, but you laughed so hard, Christie.”

“You know, that joke is terrible.”

“The sound you made when you laugh, though. That was better than the best joke, the way you shook up when you laughed. That was the first time I knew you were it. I was drunker than hell, but I knew.”

Wesley looked out of the rear window and saw the light. It was now several blocks wide, and gaining on them at the decent speed of a funeral procession.

“Wes?”

“What?”

“Let’s go to O’Flatulie’s.”

Wesley smiled. He grabbed the mic. “Hey, driver. Go down University and look for a bar called O’Flatulie’s, got it?”

“Sure thing.”

He put the mic down. “Christie, whatever happens, just understand, I can’t live without you.”

She said nothing more. In his heart, he believed, then, that she truly did understand what was happening. On her face was a certainty, that which would pronounce herself his wife to the world.

You caught me, Wes.

It had been a week after the proposal.

Isn’t that bad luck?

I can’t help myself. Christie Evans. It has such a nice ring to it.

They sat in silence for an age. Then the limo arrived at the bar.

Inside, Tenants were enjoying their drinks and catching snippets of the baseball game that was going on. Wesley pulled up a stool beside the neon “open” sign and watched the light approaching the establishment. He held onto Christie’s hand.

(“And if I touched it?” he asked. “You die.” Cracken said.)

The light reached the sidewalk, and then began wrapping itself around the entire building, until all of the windows were blotted out in its red glow. There the light stayed.

“I think the management’s putting up their Christmas lights a little early,” Wesley said. “Here, have a seat.”

“Hey, you two love birds,” the bartender said.

“A couple of beers, please.”

From behind, he could hear Cracken. “Quite the procrastinators, aren’t we?”

Wesley ignored him.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed your wedding.”

Wesley turned to Christie. “It was pure magic.”

She nodded.

“Your lack of punctuality certainly had me going,” Cracken said. “Don’t make a habit of it.”

Ten more years, Scissorhands. Ten more and we get to leave. And if you don’t make good on your promise, I’ll find a way to kill you, I swear.

Lou walked into the bar, draped his coat over one of the stools, and spoke to the bartender: “I’ll have a spritzer. Nothing heavy tonight. I’m trying to cut back a little.” He patted Wesley on the back. “Boy, don’t you two look like a happy couple. Nice dress. ”

“Thank you,” Christie said.

Lou smiled, then tipped his glass into the hole on the left side of his head.

The bartender was at the jukebox. “Say, who’s in the mood for some music?” A blue pterodactyl crashed through the front window and ripped off the bartender’s right ear. “Oh! Ooooh Jesus Christ!”

“Hey, put on that dream song,” Lou said.

“Sure.”

Using one hand to stem the flow of blood, the bartender dropped a dime in and punched up the numbers for All I Want to do is Dream. When Christie heard the intro, her eyes got wide.

“Wes, honey, our song!”

God she was beautiful.

“Come on.” She took hold of Wesley’s hands and led him out on the open space between the stools and tables. Thick red blood came flooding out of the cracks in the hard wood. They danced, slow with their eyes locked on each other, feeling the slight spatter against their shoes.

Wesley was scarcely aware of a stranger braying laughter from a dark place far, far behind him. But her eyes were all he could see; eyes green and bright with a light of their own, to cast glare on the glasses that littered the empty tables, and on the windows that pulsed with red.

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11-02-2004
Burn-Up Scramble Vol. #1 (also w/box) (of 3) Geneon Entertainment (USA), Inc.
Cybuster Vol. #1 (of 6) Geneon Entertainment (USA), Inc.
Ikki-Tosen Vol. #2 (of 4) Geneon Entertainment (USA), Inc.
New Fist of the North Star Vol. #2 (of 3) ADV Films
Robotech Remastered: Extended Edition Vol. #06 (of 7) ADV Films

11-09-2004
Ai Yori Aoshi Enishi Vol. #3 (also w/figures) (of 3) Geneon Entertainment (USA), Inc.
Argentosoma Complete Collection (of 1) Bandai Entertainment
Black Jack Vol. #5 (of 5) Central Park Media
Boys Over Flowers Vol. #08 (of 0) Viz, LLC.
Bubblegum Crisis Box Set (of 1) AnimEigo
DNAngel Vol. #1 (also w/box) (of 7) ADV Films
Dragon Drive Vol. #04 (of 10) Bandai Entertainment
Fancy Lala Complete Collection (of 1) Bandai Entertainment
Fruits Basket Box Set (of 1) FUNimation Productions
Gungrave Vol. #3 (of 7) Geneon Entertainment (USA), Inc.
Initial D Limited Edition Box Set 1 (of 1) TOKYOPOP
Initial D Vol. #08 (of 0) TOKYOPOP
Kikaider Perfect Collection (of 1) Bandai Entertainment
Maison Plaisir Xtreme Series Edition (of 1) Anime
Munto (of 1) Central Park Media
Pokemon Advanced Vol. #05: (of 0) Viz, LLC.
Pokemon Advanced Vol. #06: (of 0) Viz, LLC.
Rave Master Vol. #02 (of 13) TOKYOPOP
s-CRY-ed Complete Collection (of 1) Bandai Entertainment
Saikano Vol. #4 (of 4) Viz, LLC.
Spiral Vol. #1 (also w/box) (of 6) FUNimation Productions
Submarine 707R (also Limited Edition) (of 1) Geneon Entertainment (USA), Inc.
Tsukikage Ran Complete Collection (of 1) Bandai Entertainment
UC Gundam Movie Pack (of 1) Bandai Entertainment
Zentrix Collection 2 (of 2) Bandai Entertainment
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