MEGAMI vol. 80 and Dengeki G's Festival! vol. 6

I walked into my favourite anime merchandise store today and immediately felt my manliness index plunge. The dark stripes on my tail flashed pink (aka Stripey sense tingling) and I felt a strong force emanating from the magazine section. "It's Her..." The Tanuki in me rasped. I could see her in my mind's eye. Ravishing and immaculate (well at least in the PS2 version she is...) on soft sheets. Like a moth drawn to its certain fiery demise, I gravitated towards the magazine racks and laid my eyes on the most beautiful magazine covers since the DCSS visual collection. My strength fled and my will evaporated. With a trembling hand, I gently picked up the 2 magazine and cradled it in my bosom, not daring to glimpse again at the covers for fear of being blindstruck by Her glorious beauty. Milling fanboys suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. Dagger eyes. I did a backflip somersault shrug only to remain in the path of their deadly undead stare....

"Clank!" Their eye-power is no match for my thick tanuki hide. Acknowledging my worthiness, the fanboys resumed their mindless meandering in the store. But as the wise say, the greatest enemy, is truly oneself.

A cage rattles. The sound of chain metal-snaking resonates in my head. He stirs in his slumber. He-who-I-can't-find-a-better-name, Dark Stripe, the nine-tailed tanuki. There is no time. My knees weak and mind sapped, I stumbled to the counter and wheezed weakly,

"How much?", fighting that now awakened inner Demon's call to ravage the magazines there and then.

"Both? S$62." A beaming shopkeeper casts a bolt of annihilation (no saving throws). Dark Stripe scampers away whimpering, fleeing his earthly vessel.

Regaining my senses and with renewed vigor, I marched the magazines back to the racks.