Or, “In which I choose violence at 8:52 AM”
I will die on this hill: that’s Battle Cat. I was not aware that I had strong, nay, immutable opinions about something as ridiculous as He-Man until the other day, when I said something about Battle Cat being in the trailer and my wife, who, for the record, was not a boy in the 1980s, tried to tell me that was Cringer.
Her argument? Battle Cat wears armor. Cringer does not. That cat is not wearing armor, therefore it is not Battle Cat. Quod erat motherfuckin’ demonstrandum.
The intellectual in me wants to make this post about ontology and how we construct identity and how we construct our categories and definitions. The ‘80s kid in me started screaming bullshit right away, and now that I’ve seen other people spreading this nonsense it’s time to fight about it.
It is true that that cat is not wearing armor. It is also true that that cat is holding his head high and his tail straight, and while he is standing behind the people in the image, I’d argue that that’s an issue of shot composition and not hiding. His bearing and stature conveys nobility. That is not Cringer.
A similar shot, from just a couple of moments later. Again, look at his eyes. This cat isn’t afraid of Goddamned anything. Also worth pointing out— he’s huge. Cringer grows during his transformation. That cat is absolutely big enough to ride, saddle or not.
And the coup de grâce:
Cringer ain’t never had that look on his face not once in his whole life. I don’t care about a helmet. That is Battle Cat, and if you think otherwise you are wrong and he’s going to bite your face off if you try and tell him otherwise.
That is all.
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Cringer is before the transformation into battle cat. I’m not a boy, but I had to watch that show at the sitter’s house, and that was how it was.
This is the Cringer side’s best argument, honestly; that’s clearly Adam, and you can see from the second picture that he’s been roughed up a bit. I still say that it doesn’t trump the fact that Cringer isn’t *cringing.* He doesn’t roar! That’s kind of the whole point!
Sorry, had to jump in laughing at this. I was writing a space opera story for a friend this caught my eye
“Battle Cat wears armor. Cringer does not. That cat is not wearing armor, therefore it is Battle Cat.”
Ummm … There’s either an extra “not” or a missing “not.” Or I am more tired from shoveling snow than I think I am, and reading comprehension is failing me.
I’m not very bright, remember.
I will give it to you that the way they are shooting him is not showing cringer but no armor no Battle Cat