maryuko

The year is 2077. Little old grey-haired me is sitting in a rocking chair, telling stories to my great-grandchildren.

“Ahhh yes, the great Kill la Kill Shipping Wars. We sent in all of our troops to fight between the Gamakos and the Ryumakos. However, on that fateful day in September of 2014, only one side could emerge victorious…”


(This is what I imagine will be the only chance I get to tell war stories, tbh)