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Have a Happy New Year as well! Thanks!

Thank you very much and I wish you same!🫂🤗😊

Merry Christmas, I hope everything that you wish for comes true!🎄🎁

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Cheers!

Ah yes! Thank you for the friend request, my friend! From what I can see, we have similar tastes, so I must return the compliment!

bro just keeps writing W reviews. I just read that Dr. Stone review

Ah, another plebeian misstep in the boundless ocean of manga comprehension. It never ceases to amaze me how, despite the vast resources at one's disposal, most fail to grasp the true genius of a masterpiece like Blame!—a work so profound that it transcends mere narrative or visual stimulus and becomes a visceral experience of philosophical desolation. You see, the common reader, such as yourself, undoubtedly skims the surface of Blame!, unaware of the profound implications that Tsutomu Nihei has woven into each desolate frame. How unfortunate.

It’s almost quaint how most of you seek comfort in plot-driven, character-dependent works while Blame! operates on a higher, more cerebral level—a level accessible only to those who, like myself, possess an intellectual depth forged through years of arduous manga contemplation. My countless days logged into manga consumption serve as an irrefutable testament to my superior comprehension, a mark of dedication that elevates me far beyond the shallow analyses of the uninitiated.

Perhaps your inability to resonate with the hauntingly silent architecture, the lack of dialogue, or the apparent void of traditional narrative in Blame! stems from a deficiency in cognitive perseverance. You see, Nihei’s magnum opus doesn’t spoon-feed its audience; it expects an intellectual ascent—one that you, tragically, have yet to embark upon. Your limited exposure is reflected in your paltry manga days count, a clear indicator of your amateurish engagement with the medium.

I suggest you revisit Blame! once you’ve developed the proper mental faculties and can comprehend its existential brilliance. But alas, that might take years—perhaps even lifetimes. Until then, I suppose you’ll continue to live in blissful ignorance, fumbling through lesser works while I, enlightened by my superior intellect, soar above such mediocrity.

Maybe, one day, you’ll ascend to my level. But I wouldn’t hold my breath.

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