Where did the comfy witch get all of her imoutos? Was there somebody in her past who knocked her up? Or did she adopt them? Are they naturally occurring imoutos?
They are musumes, not imoutos! Almost nothing is known about the true nature of the witches. Where they come from, what they spend their time doing, where they go, etc. Vicky has gotten closer to a great witch than pretty much anyone else in recorded history and /still/ doesn't know very much. She knows that Enna is scary when she's mad, seems cross a lot, and if you give her stuff she can do stuff for you using her (seemingly limitless) power. She knows that Enna resides in a strange place "outside" the normal world and rarely leaves that place. She has no idea where the daughters came from-- they've always been there, they don't seem to be getting any older, and they're all kinda hard to tell apart.Apparently there's a famous book in the Great Hall on the subject of witches ... ... but big, heavy books aren't really Vicky's thing. She likes adventure and kid's stories.
You have been called out of retirement for one last job. Er, what kind of job is it?
Big Boss Cakebutt is on back on the scene with a new product called "frosting", It's cutting into our market, the bills aren't getting paid and the muscle down south is getting restless. It could be an all out drug war unless we can put a little "pressure" on Cakebutt to consider an graceful exit from the market.In short we need you to squeeze the butt I'm sorry
Saw a few eps as a little kid, but didn't do anything for me. I got into Sailor Moon instead. Look what happened.
Can you make a comic about a magical girl who is dying from starvation in Ethiopia?
That is small time.The real horror is not that people suffer when their needs and desires are not met -- but that even after all all needs and desires are met, the prize crumbles to dust, the curtains fall away, and it's curtains all the way down. And worse yet, knowing that's how it's going to be, you go for the prize anyway and curse yourself every step of the way, utterly helpless to stop yourself. That's how it's gotta be. Your truest, innermost self is the one that demands to be smashed against the hardest, realest corner of world until both are obliterated -- but there are no corners, and the self is like vapour.What's a magical girl to do?