The Manga Destroyer! How to Shatter the Fake World of Manga and Anime
- Nick Ho
- Jan 3
- 4 min read
Updated: Mar 14
[📖 Prefer reading? Here's the story in script format.] ⬇
(Scene: A black-and-white manga-style High School, somewhere in Japan. YOU drop into this world with a cocky swagger, cracking your neck as you scan the exaggerated scenery with complete disdain.)
You: Great. Another fake world. Just what I needed. Looks like it was made by some dude who thinks big eyes and big boobs are the key to storytelling. Real creative.
(You spot the male PROTAGONIST in the classroom—a perfectly polished 16-year-old, a badminton player or something, standing there in his “I’m so humble, I don’t even like girls for the sex” pose.)
You: Look at this clown. Thinks he’s got girls lined up at his feet with zero ego. More like the next poster boy for “How to Be a Soy Boy in 2025.”
(A group of impossibly cute GIRLS hurries into the room and crowds around you, giggling in unison, eyes wide, expressions exaggerated.)
Girl A: SENPAI!
Girl B: 先輩!
Girl C: せんぱい!
Girl D: センパイ!
You: What is this, the “Cute Olympics”? Where do you all come from, the same factory?
(Girl A shoots you a super-cute smile. You keep a poker face. She then cranks up the cuteness with a second smile. You keep a poker face.)
You: Hey, no matter how hard you try, it’s still a fake smile.
Girl B: (Shaping a heart with her hands) I Sssssuper Love You, Senpai!
Girl C: You’re so funny, Senpai!
(Their breasts jiggle under their tight shirts.)
You: No, I’m hilarious. I’m funny because you’re all so damn dumb. And I’m not here to entertain you.
(Girl D steps up, eyes shining like she’s waiting to be “saved.” It’s comically exaggerated.)
Girl D: Senpai, do you forget about me?
You: Hey, do I know you? By the way, you’re too short for those boobs. Seriously, are you even 15?
(Seeing you get all the girls’ attention, the Protagonist gets jealous and walks over to you. On top of that, you’ve just insulted his dream girls. He’s clearly about to say something, passive-aggressively, of course.)
Protagonist: You shouldn’t talk to a girl like that.
You: Oh? And how exactly should I talk to them?
Protagonist: I mean… you should at least be polite. They’re girls, after all.
You: Huh. Interesting. What makes you think girls are so special? Where’s that logic from?
(He stumbles, unable to answer. You smirk.)
You: Here’s the thing, kid—you’re too busy looking at these girls like they’re prizes to be won. They’re fake as hell. You can’t even see it. Look at their eyes. They’re empty. Look at their smiles. Fake as hell. You seriously think this is what love looks like?
(The Protagonist stares at you, completely thrown off.)
Protagonist: They’re… just trying to be nice…
You: Nice? Nah. They’re acting. You’re living in a manga, kid. A world where beautiful girls don’t poop, and the beta males like you always get the hottest girls. This isn’t real life. Wake up.
(The Protagonist clenches his fists, trying to process what you just hit him with. You’re loving every second of his confusion.)
(He’s struggling to find a comeback, but he’s got nothing. Finally, he gives up.)
(He looks at the girls and then looks at you.)
Protagonist: I’m leaving this place.
You: What for? You think that’s gonna solve anything? You’re the problem. This world was literally created for you. You’re the main character, kid. You’re stuck here.
Protagonist: Tell me what I can do. Please.
You: Pack your bags and walk away. I’m not gonna stop you. But let me tell you something—these girls? They’re just characters in a story written by some hack who’s never seen a real relationship. You think you’re gonna find something different here? Nah. This is the manga world, kid. And you’re stuck in it. You're doomed. Might as well get comfy with all the fake shit around you.
(The Protagonist stands there, stunned. Everything he thought he knew about his world is falling apart.)
Protagonist: You may be right. But I… I need to find someone real. Someone who’s not pretending. Someone who’s living and not posing to an imaginary camera 24/7. Someone who isn’t just some perfect little anime princess...
You: Who’s stopping you? Go ahead, look for your dream girl without big boobs and puppy eyes, or whatever. But mark my words—you won’t find her. This world of yours is a never-ending loop of fake people. You’re stuck. The only thing waiting for you is more clichés.
(The Protagonist takes one last, frustrated look at the manga-style classroom before walking away. You watch him with a mixture of mockery and quiet amusement.)
You: Some people are so dumb, they think they can find a penguin in the desert.
(You turn and walk off, your silhouette framed against the high-contrast, melodramatic world.)
You: So, what’s the next manga world I’m going to destroy?
(Posted on 2.1.2025)
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