Japan is such an interesting country, say the least. Most people are attracted to it's rich history, booming nightlife, and humorous quirks found within this xenophobic community. I won a ticket writing an essay about my favorite anime (which is Lucky Star) and long before I knew it I was on the plane going to nipponland.
At the airport, most the people I flew with headed towards big named cities like Tokyo and Osaka. I was hesitant to join them since only weeaboos waste their precious days in the city area (when they aren't, they're looking for Touhou, the newest Pokemon). I decided to do some adventuring. I wasted no time on the bullet train to the most unheard mountain called Paizuri. Since I am not a pocky munching retard, I have no idea what that name means, so I assume it means something like Godzilla.
The train let me off at the small village of Omorashi. I was greeted by their elder and the villagers during the middle of a festival. They invited me into a small little shrine which smelled oddly like fecal matter. The elder said something quickly in Japanese, and everyone let. I felt a lump in my throat as he gestured me to sit down. He offered me a drink, said something that sounded like "seieki", and sipped some of his own. I was reluctant at first to drink something called "seieki" (I assumed it was just milky sake), but it tasted fucking awesome. Between sips of Seieki he talked wiith me with a terrible dilemma. (They spoke perfect English since that is the second language in Japan) "There is bad Arashi going on Paizuri." He said, sighing. "It must be stopped and we need a pure Aryan blood to kill it." I blinked.
"W...why, sure." I muttered. He grinned and quickly handed me his village's most powerful sword, the Seigu. It was up to me to save this peaceful village from the Arashi.
I walked up the mountain, and lo and behold...
There it was. That sexy son of a bitch. I took my sword.... and I stole that motherfucker, went back on the next plane out, and auction it for $50,000 CAN.
That's my story.
At the airport, most the people I flew with headed towards big named cities like Tokyo and Osaka. I was hesitant to join them since only weeaboos waste their precious days in the city area (when they aren't, they're looking for Touhou, the newest Pokemon). I decided to do some adventuring. I wasted no time on the bullet train to the most unheard mountain called Paizuri. Since I am not a pocky munching retard, I have no idea what that name means, so I assume it means something like Godzilla.
The train let me off at the small village of Omorashi. I was greeted by their elder and the villagers during the middle of a festival. They invited me into a small little shrine which smelled oddly like fecal matter. The elder said something quickly in Japanese, and everyone let. I felt a lump in my throat as he gestured me to sit down. He offered me a drink, said something that sounded like "seieki", and sipped some of his own. I was reluctant at first to drink something called "seieki" (I assumed it was just milky sake), but it tasted fucking awesome. Between sips of Seieki he talked wiith me with a terrible dilemma. (They spoke perfect English since that is the second language in Japan) "There is bad Arashi going on Paizuri." He said, sighing. "It must be stopped and we need a pure Aryan blood to kill it." I blinked.
"W...why, sure." I muttered. He grinned and quickly handed me his village's most powerful sword, the Seigu. It was up to me to save this peaceful village from the Arashi.
I walked up the mountain, and lo and behold...
There it was. That sexy son of a bitch. I took my sword.... and I stole that motherfucker, went back on the next plane out, and auction it for $50,000 CAN.
That's my story.
