Reading Berserk is like eating a best cupcake in the world. You take a bite, your taste buds are assaulted by angelic taste easily trumping anything you've ever eaten. You prepare to take a second bite... and the cupcake isn't there. It's gone, vanished. You realize that you'll never get another full-sized bite of the cupcake, the only thing that keeps you going are microscopic breadcrumbs thrown towards you by the baker out of pity, or maybe out of spite, to tease you.


Fuck you, Kentaro Miura, may your Idolmaster save go irreversibly corrupt, you magnificent bastard.

Fuck you. Griffith