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Posted by: Bad Ass Billy Gunn on March 23, 2005 @ 11:57 pm
There once was a Samurai by the name of Konichika. From a boy he was very honorable and dutiful to his master. One day in battle, however, his master was killed and Konichika was saddened to the greatest extent of the word. He wept and wept upon the field, littered with destroyed and tattered bodies, until he decided the inability to defend his master was the greatest dishonor one could suffer. He drew his dagger, hand crafted for his father’s father’s father, and raised it over his head. Plunging it into his abdomen he felt his insides squishing about as bile and blood ran together. Turning the blade upward he slashed toward his heart, the handcrafted blade slicing through bone and sinew, opening his lung, never to take in breath again. Blood seeped into his lungs and poured from his stomach, whilst only his armour held back his severed inards. The smell of copper entered his nose and the taste of blood bespeckled his lips as the life blood ran out of him. The last sight of which he viewed was of his master lying motionless on the ground, a trickle of blood running from his heart and mouth. Unable to remain kneeling, Konichika fell to his face, the dagger plunging past the hilt into his destroyed body. And as Konichika, a fallen warrior, drew his last breath, a single tear ran off the tip of his nose and onto the blood soaked grass. A lotus blossom fell from a nearby tree and landed upon the field. A thing of imeasurable beauty in a land of despondency and hate. A subtle reminder that good will win and right will lose, and thus my credo is taken...
HAHA NARF! ( Trust me its funny) |
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Steph on March 31, 2005 @ 3:08 pm |
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Okay. That was a waste of my joke-reading time idiot |
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Pedro on April 18, 2005 @ 10:29 pm |
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I no speaka de englis. I no reeda it ,eder. Mucho stupido, dat me! |
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