A meteorite hits Tokyo, the Apocalypse Virus spills out of the crater, and the country spends a decade quarantined by a paramilitary administration called GHQ. Shuu Ouma is seventeen by then, a boy who has gone quietly invisible inside his class. He stumbles into the pop star Inori Yuzuriha during a raid and accidentally inherits her gift — the King's Right Hand, an ability that lets him pull weapons in physical form from the personalities of people around him. Inori belongs to a rebel cell. GHQ wants the weapon back. The series asks Shuu what kind of king he is willing to become.
Do you walk alone as yourself? Or grow to hate yourself with others. A positive reflection on Guilty Crown.
love, infantile girl and apocalypse SPOILER ALERT
Guilty Crown's foundation and technical quality impress, but the astronomically poor writing runs it into the ground.
Decent potential ruined by bad pacing. Good music though.
Beautiful but broken — Guilty Crown fails to match its ambition with nonsense writing and horrible 2nd half.
Guilty brain cell waster
A dram full of brats
I've been to actual funeral parlors that were more entertaining than this.
A series of ass pulls to string together a mess of contrived events
Guilty Crown starts off as a melodramatic horny weeb show that devolves into something else