Comic Tora Tora Tokyo #8 - The Pink District

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SoulKat

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Thanks for the wait, everyone. Ron went to Brazil and we had to wait for his return before updating T3 again. And... this is an interesting one, to be sure.

Shopping in Japan was too much for me. It really was. When you go somewhere to buy anime-related stuff in Japan, in our case Akihabara and Osaka, you will be treated to several 4-8 story buildings all dedicated to everything you can possibly imagine dealing with anime. There were entire floors dedicated to pins. Entire stores dedicated to animation cells.

I admit, I'm getting older. I didn't really want much. But what I did was an Isabelle figure to give as a gift. I even got a picture of it on my iPad so I could show the clerks in broken Japanese. "Where? How much?" I'd say when pointing to one of these :



But no. I mostly got handwaved away or outright laughed at. This little thing was out of stock years before I knew it existed. But my search continued.

Now I want you to imagine something. Imagine you're walking into an eight story building on the ground floor. There's an escalator to your left going up and another going down on your right. The bottom floor is mostly storage. So you are forced to go to your left... and ascend.

The room suddenly becomes incredibly bright and you feel like you're lifting into a cloud of foul-smelling steam. It's the feeling of stagnation, of unmoving air mixed with the aroma of dozens- no hundreds of occupants.

Then you hear it. The sound of so many jpop tracks overlapping that it's jibberish. It's like you've just plunged into the realm of Azathoth, recorded the madness-inducing cacophony of sound and then turned the pitch up so high it sounded like a little girl was being forced to sing it until she died on the spot. Each individual display has a running anime on it. Each isle has its own speaker. You can't escape. The escalator down isn't even visible from here!

And then you realize you can't breathe. The air is so stale and the lights so bright that you start to get dizzy. But you know if you stop here, you'll pass out amid the piles of anime-merch that line the halls like a junkyard alleyway. You start trying any door. Any one you can find...

And then you find a pink one.

Now, Japan, I may have been exaggerating before. But I'm furry, and I've seen some shit I'm not supposed to, but when Ron and I stumbled into the pink room, after the pink door, and saw the full-wall-to-wall porn displays with the graphic projected moneyshot beamed onto the only blank spot looping like an animated gif... Well... I'm just saying, Japan. You've shown me how deep the rabbit hole goes.

Tina and Tiggs may not have gone in to see. But it's like... eternity. You find the pink district and it just goes on like an ancient epic library of smut in all directions. You can choose any direction to walk but in time, you will find yourself crossing over the same path again and again... I started to lose consciousness when I saw displays of women skiing on the water like battleships with guns for elbows. When I came to, I was sitting on the floor outside. The gods of chaos having spared my life. Ron, a veteran of this realm, picked me up when he was ready to leave.

I bought Isabelle on eBay that night. I shall never speak of that place again.

 
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Yikes. Yeah, you need to be careful when you walk into those specialty shops (for lack of a nicer term).

Still, you did good on getting that Isabelle figure. I have one myself and she looks over me when I work at my desk. :heartWT: Best assistant ever.

EDIT: Also, I just now noticed the third panel's details. Is Mary making a cameo in Japan? :heartMary: I guess, when you're a squid in that country, you either end up a plate of shiokara or end up on the cover of some smut.
 
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Well, the Pink District seems like one of those places that might be interested in visiting.

Now I want you to imagine something. Imagine you're walking into an eight story building on the ground floor. There's an escalator to your left going up and another going down on your right. The bottom floor is mostly storage. So you are forced to go to your left... and ascend.

The room suddenly becomes incredibly bright and you feel like you're lifting into a cloud of foul-smelling steam. It's the feeling of stagnation, of unmoving air mixed with the aroma of dozens- no hundreds of occupants.

Then you hear it. The sound of so many jpop tracks overlapping that it's jibberish. It's like you've just plunged into the realm of Azathoth, recorded the madness-inducing cacophony of sound and then turned the pitch up so high it sounded like a little girl was being forced to sing it until she died on the spot. Each individual display has a running anime on it. Each isle has its own speaker. You can't escape. The escalator down isn't even visible from here!

And then you realize you can't breathe. The air is so stale and the lights so bright that you start to get dizzy. But you know if you stop here, you'll pass out amid the piles of anime-merch that line the halls like a junkyard alleyway. You start trying any door. Any one you can find...
I'm not going to lie, but that pretty much describes a panel I went to at the last anime convention after a punch of sweaty cosplayers sat down in a room that had the A/C broken in it. It was awful yet hilarious to see some of the heavy suited cosplayers starting to lose it.
 
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NekoSabrina

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Well, it wouldn't be the first time members of the KB cast almost wandered into something they shouldn't have (although this instance would predate Yosh being on the KatBox, still it was a pretty close call)
 
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Now I want you to imagine something. Imagine you're walking into an eight story building on the ground floor. There's an escalator to your left going up and another going down on your right. The bottom floor is mostly storage. So you are forced to go to your left... and ascend.

The room suddenly becomes incredibly bright and you feel like you're lifting into a cloud of foul-smelling steam. It's the feeling of stagnation, of unmoving air mixed with the aroma of dozens- no hundreds of occupants.

Then you hear it. The sound of so many jpop tracks overlapping that it's jibberish. It's like you've just plunged into the realm of Azathoth, recorded the madness-inducing cacophony of sound and then turned the pitch up so high it sounded like a little girl was being forced to sing it until she died on the spot. Each individual display has a running anime on it. Each isle has its own speaker. You can't escape. The escalator down isn't even visible from here!

And then you realize you can't breathe. The air is so stale and the lights so bright that you start to get dizzy. But you know if you stop here, you'll pass out amid the piles of anime-merch that line the halls like a junkyard alleyway. You start trying any door. Any one you can find...

And then you find a pink one.

Now, Japan, I may have been exaggerating before. But I'm furry, and I've seen some shit I'm not supposed to, but when Ron and I stumbled into the pink room, after the pink door, and saw the full-wall-to-wall porn displays with the graphic projected moneyshot beamed onto the only blank spot looping like an animated gif... Well... I'm just saying, Japan. You've shown me how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I'm going to make a note of such a thing and a note to bring popcorn. For if I do come across such a place in my Travels when I hit Japan I want to see this wall to wall of Sin for myself, and trying not to die choking on popcorn while trying to pass out from laughing at some of the raunchy ideas on display X3
 
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Actual image of women skiing on the water like battleships with guns for elbows
OH! You meant women actually skiing on the water like battleships with guns for elbows! I thought you were using a metaphor or simile to describe...
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You know what; I'm going to stop that comment there as I'm pretty certain that I'd be getting one of those weird looks at me no matter what I say next.