What? I hate chocolate.

For one, they made me sick as all hell. Two, they can be possessed to attack every bit of cloth you own.

[Standing out in a random part of the forest, the helmeted rogue looks deep into the camera from a distance that encompasses his whole form.]

NONE SHALL PASS.

We're poor fishermen. We're not spies, and we don't know anything about Pearl Harbor.

We're not fucking facists.

But you know what? Since my family happened to work to get here, I have to humor them.

Holy fuck. I hope it never gets that cold again.

I'm not who you'd call a genius with western holidays, but I think there's enough for everyone.

Shura, now that we can see the field we're trying out that frisbee!

[Pfffbt just tag this, and there'll be something for you. XD]

[Haohmaru can be seen at the river's edge, quite close in proximity to the settlements and fishing. Wearing only bandages on his wrists and ankles and an old torn set of slacks, he looks more like a barbarian than all else. Above a pit of fire dangle some fish, and a particularly large eel at the bottom.

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[Projected on screen appears to be a spectre amongst the dimly lit bedroom, perhaps only in sight by a candle in liquified wax, the fresh and glistening remains of a victim, and the red eyes of said beast. From what blood had remained, the mirror image of Haohmaru clawed into the person's chest and fed itself the heart. Its voice grits out, shrill ( Read more... )

It's getting a little.... quaint, ain't it?

Wish I could get past those damned mountains.

What can I say? I'll miss those scents.

But who makes you smile the most here? Tell me why if you feel so compelled to say so, even in private mode. I'm a safe with you, fellas.

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Does somebody have these dolls? I kind of like them...


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