If someone had told Nala a year ago that she’d be shut up in her living room to marathon some live-action show where characters died every episode, she would have first wondered why the hell some stranger felt the need to tell her future, then simply laugh. Live action? Not likely, live action shows were always plagued by wooden acting and effects cheesier than some poor-man’s video game. Sure computer graphics were all the rage these days, but nothing ever felt quite as natural as the organic flow of hand-drawn animation—which was rather ironic. Television that tried to imitate reality was always doomed to fail, in NalaR