You were the most hardcore Irish Republican Army Terrorist Girl in a manga to ever kill seven thousand Londoners, lose an arm to a Crazy Kung Fu Bitch, get a cyborg arm in its place, sneak into the home of The Jekyll-And-Hyde Hitwoman Who Was Abused As A Child to snap a Russian Fighter Dude's neck with your machine-like grip, get knifed in the crotch and have your windpipe crushed and your throat slashed and pee yourself as you slowly bleed out thanks to The Jekyll-And-Hyde Hitwoman Who Was Abused As A Child, get turned into a zombie by The Creepy Sorcerer Guy With The Ripped Face, assist The Creepy Sorcerer Guy With The Ripped Face in the capture and pseudo-zombification of That High School Girl Who Likes Regularly Beating The Shit Out Of People As A Hobby, and then finally end up falling from a skyscraper after losing a fight with the Chibi-Sized Baldy Main Protagonist - who was naked at the time - and getting blown to pieces in mid-air by plastic explosives molded into your chest while the aforementioned Crazy Kung Fu Bitch who used and manipulated you for her own twisted ends cheers over your demise as if she's watching a pretty fireworks display.
God, I love this series. It's a literal shitstorm of violence, irreverent parodies and cliches. And violence. Did I mention the violence? It's like an 8 out of 10 on my violence-o-meter, surpassed only by those very few hardcore guro mangas that show blood, guts and brains on practically every other panel.
Even then, it probably tops nearly all of them for its total sadism. The number of bone-breakings, the permanent scarring of main characters, the dismemberment... it's a nigh-fetishistic exercise in schadenfreude that merits a genre all its own.
The political statements can get kinda corny, but hey, that's all part of the fun. Seriously.
There's a part later on where The Girl With Hypnotic Eyes literally tries to assassinate Dubya by bluffing her way into the White House with her eye powers and convincing him to commit Seppuku, only to find that the Secret Service folks have sunglasses with MICROSCOPIC SPINNING SWASTIKAS in them that negate her eye powers. Holy shit. How do you get away with localizing that? Simple, you just can't.
Subtlety is not on the menu with Cynthia the Mission, that's for damned sure. That's why I love it.
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