Somehow our pontifications on Strike Witches 8 flowed like wine in the streets, and, as such, that curious eighth installment, like the first, has earned a post of its own. If only we had a neat explanation for how and why that happened. But Strike Witches isn’t about neat explanations, is it?

(Pontifus = gray; Otouto-kun = blue.)

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The war against the Neuroi intensified. Underwear was stolen and returned. And my brother and I made a slight miscalculation in our viewing of the seventh episode that resulted in the violent end of our innocence.

We are no longer fit for marriage.

(Pontifus = gray; Otouto-kun = blue.)

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And so it was that your humble hosts forged onward into the very heart of Strike Witches, that paragon of Japanese cultural excellence that inspires so much musing upon the structural function of fanservice and the emotive impact of shoujo-ai insinuations given particular cultural contexts. Though perhaps we phrased such things differently in our discussions.

On a related note: you know you’ve seen too much Gundam in too little time when “it’s about time somebody hit somebody.” What have you done to me, Zeta!?

You know the drill — I’m in gray; Otouto-kun’s in blue.

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The record of our grand adventure continues. With the first episode out of the way, and the lack of pants becoming less of a novelty than a common element of setting, my honorable sibling and I dove into the meat of Strike Witches. Though whether said meat was flavored more with action or with slice of life, we could not tell.

Same as before: my comments are gray, and Otouto-kun’s are blue.

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My brother and I decided to watch Strike Witches. For some reason.

And we’ve decided, also, to subject you all to our experience. Because we’re demonstrably bad at audio, we’ve transcribed and abbreviated our conversations, adding screencaps and links for context.

Thus, for your reading pleasure, here’s our adventure through Strike Witches episode one, with my comments in the usual gray, and Otouto-kun’s in lovely #3f35a1 (i.e. blue). We’re giving you this episode by itself, as the transcription ended up at almost a thousand words; toward the middle of the show, we’ll start doing two episodes per post. We may seem inclined toward complaint here, but, lest you think future posts will sound much like this one, we came to admit, perhaps a third of the way in, that we were buying what Strike Witches was selling.

Well. Most of it, anyway. But we’ll get to all that.

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