Genma:TheDestroyer
Arcane
Right on time, like I said.
Last time on Way of the Samurai: Kitcho reunited with his father in a tearful reunion, that girl in the yellow kimono confessed she does indeed enjoy fantasy rape, and Tsubohachi began the journey to womanhood. Actually, none of that happened.
We now return to a shameless bullying in progress.
He's pretty sorry he didn't pass away in his sleep last night.
I'm going to leave before I do something both of us, but mostly him, come to regret.
Oh shit, they're feeding on their own now!
False alarm.
And that's half the battle.
Nothing here seems to make any sense.
*Sigh*
"Hey retards."
Ah, he's got some sanity left.
"But if it were made up of old people you'd be set, right?"
"What?"
"Nothing."
"And they didn't spend half their budget on custom, impractical clothing."
"Who said that? Come closer so I can see you."
Always.
"How much force would it have taken for my guts to squirt out like chunky mustard? Dunno, but I know how much that train would use."
There you go, Brother None. Proof those headbands are actually messing with their sight. They can't tell if I'm me.
"Hey y'all, I have seen some things. We need to talk."
"...which is great, because I can't. Peace out."
"That's what Chelsea's going to say."
"That's what..dammit!"
"No more pedo laugh for you."
"......'sup?"
"You cannot delay any longer. Boxers or briefs?!"
"Those bastards have been abusing townfolk!"
*Whisper*
"Oh."
"Or I'll beat you like I beat myself at night!"
"..."
"..."
The mannequin talks?
Now it makes sense. He borrowed Kitcho's spine for awhile.
*Snort*
"You say something, new guy?"
I did not expect him to be the motivational speaker of the group. Thought conversations around him would be more like *chop* chop* "Is that my torso you're hacking?!" *chop* "It IS! My precious torso!"
"...so you'll do it...here? I think I lost track of things somewhere."
"Yeah, that's a great idea. Make the guy who joined because you pulled him off the train tracks jump in between the leader and one of his top lieutenants. Here's a better one."
"This from the broad who just sits around flirting."
So of course she doesn't listen, and jumps in between them.
Karibe, frustrated with the whole thing, makes a very big mistake. He slashes her.
And what happened then? Well...in Rokkotsu they say-
That Kitcho's pimp hand for smacking punk-ass bitches grew three sizes that day.
"Damn. Kitcho be buck nasty."
"My pride is shattered, but I never had much of that anyway."
Like hell, you wallflower. Only Genma gets to mutter in disgust. You willingly signed into the madness. Most of this is your fault for getting chicken-head riled up. Hm.
"So...meeting adjourned? Great talking with all of you."
"Me?"
"Don't get me started."
Because Kitcho apparently lets his underlings run wild up until they do something he disagrees with, which means Akadama discipline is crap. Hyuga likes stirring up the pot, and Chelsea doesn't know when to sit on the side-lines.
"If anyone's interested, I found out a secret way into the Kurou Compoud. We could go raid it later on tonight. Fun, destruction, maybe booze and women. It'll be a bonding experience!"
"So, nobody then?"
"What about Karibe's sword?"
"Awesome."
"At least something good came from that clusterfuck. Got me a new swoooooooorrd!"
Meanwhile
Oh look, it's the pussy that destroyed a thousand armies.
And him.
Something's just not right about Hyuga. The way he set this confrontation up, then plots in the background while everyone else broods. You'd almost think that...that...
Goddammit.
Last time on Way of the Samurai: Kitcho reunited with his father in a tearful reunion, that girl in the yellow kimono confessed she does indeed enjoy fantasy rape, and Tsubohachi began the journey to womanhood. Actually, none of that happened.
We now return to a shameless bullying in progress.
He's pretty sorry he didn't pass away in his sleep last night.
I'm going to leave before I do something both of us, but mostly him, come to regret.
Oh shit, they're feeding on their own now!
False alarm.
And that's half the battle.
Nothing here seems to make any sense.
*Sigh*
"Hey retards."
Ah, he's got some sanity left.
"But if it were made up of old people you'd be set, right?"
"What?"
"Nothing."
"And they didn't spend half their budget on custom, impractical clothing."
"Who said that? Come closer so I can see you."
Always.
"How much force would it have taken for my guts to squirt out like chunky mustard? Dunno, but I know how much that train would use."
There you go, Brother None. Proof those headbands are actually messing with their sight. They can't tell if I'm me.
"Hey y'all, I have seen some things. We need to talk."
"...which is great, because I can't. Peace out."
"That's what Chelsea's going to say."
"That's what..dammit!"
"No more pedo laugh for you."
"......'sup?"
"You cannot delay any longer. Boxers or briefs?!"
"Those bastards have been abusing townfolk!"
*Whisper*
"Oh."
"Or I'll beat you like I beat myself at night!"
"..."
"..."
The mannequin talks?
Now it makes sense. He borrowed Kitcho's spine for awhile.
*Snort*
"You say something, new guy?"
I did not expect him to be the motivational speaker of the group. Thought conversations around him would be more like *chop* chop* "Is that my torso you're hacking?!" *chop* "It IS! My precious torso!"
"...so you'll do it...here? I think I lost track of things somewhere."
"Yeah, that's a great idea. Make the guy who joined because you pulled him off the train tracks jump in between the leader and one of his top lieutenants. Here's a better one."
"This from the broad who just sits around flirting."
So of course she doesn't listen, and jumps in between them.
Karibe, frustrated with the whole thing, makes a very big mistake. He slashes her.
And what happened then? Well...in Rokkotsu they say-
That Kitcho's pimp hand for smacking punk-ass bitches grew three sizes that day.
"Damn. Kitcho be buck nasty."
"My pride is shattered, but I never had much of that anyway."
Like hell, you wallflower. Only Genma gets to mutter in disgust. You willingly signed into the madness. Most of this is your fault for getting chicken-head riled up. Hm.
"So...meeting adjourned? Great talking with all of you."
"Me?"
"Don't get me started."
Because Kitcho apparently lets his underlings run wild up until they do something he disagrees with, which means Akadama discipline is crap. Hyuga likes stirring up the pot, and Chelsea doesn't know when to sit on the side-lines.
"If anyone's interested, I found out a secret way into the Kurou Compoud. We could go raid it later on tonight. Fun, destruction, maybe booze and women. It'll be a bonding experience!"
"So, nobody then?"
"What about Karibe's sword?"
"Awesome."
"At least something good came from that clusterfuck. Got me a new swoooooooorrd!"
Meanwhile
Oh look, it's the pussy that destroyed a thousand armies.
And him.
Something's just not right about Hyuga. The way he set this confrontation up, then plots in the background while everyone else broods. You'd almost think that...that...
Goddammit.