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I recovered my old blog yaaay

But I like this one better for no actual reason so I'm just going to transfer stuff I had there here.

He was aimless. Wandering, wandering, wandering, his mind nearly blank, save for one question:
“Why do they war?”
He didn’t know why, didn’t understand why there was a need for men to cut down men, burn down cities, defile the women of their enemies. They salted the earth so that crops would cease to grow, so that future generations could not flourish. He didn’t understand why he was drawn to war.
He would hear the sound of metal clanging against metal, men roaring at the top of their lungs, perhaps to appear as something more primal. He would watch as swords cut through flesh, through vital organs, and watched as men fell to the ground, lifeless, bleed seeping into the earth. And as he watched his skin crawled and the pit of his stomach burned, and he began to feel restless. he felt his hand rest on the hilt of his sword and bloodlust rushed through his veins.  He was no better then them.
He could destroy two whole armies by his lonesome, with a mere sword and the fire he conjured in his hands. He filled their hearts with terror and made them scream for mercy. This was the only moment from which he flet pleasure.
“Is war my reason for being?”
A question he could not answer. He didn’t know enough.



I really like this one. Hopefully it amounts to something.

She couldn’t speak, the words caught up in her throat as anxiety pressured. She couldn’t stand to watch him in that cage, surrounded by all manner of wild beast. He was such a kind hearted boy, almost pure, yet they trotted him out in front of the crowd, the masses who were more savage then the beasts themselves, and they made him out as a monster. He wasn’t a monster. She covered her eyes as the Yaire Lions rushed him, their eyes crazed from hunger.

He was calm, calm as he always was, merely watching them. He saw the angles they would attack from, and from there the angles he could counterattack from. He didn’t exert much effort as he weaved through the group, side stepping a massive paw as he readied his gladius to attack. He singled a Yaire Lion out, aimed for its left hindquarter, and deftly stabbed into his flesh, through the muscle,  and darted away as it crumpled to the ground, its fierce roar turned into a whimper. The four others merely leapt over him and continued their attack. He was ready once again,targeting the leftmost lion and slashed horizontally through its eyes, blinding it. It went berserk, swinging wildly, slashing another lion, who responded in turn, jumping on top his blinded brethren  as he trained his jaw on his jugular. As the teeth sunk in, he crowd roared in approval, their bloodlust being sated. He only wanted the ordeal to be over. The last two lions stood before him now, their roar reduced to a guttural rumbling in their throat as they studied him. They began to circle slowly, and for the first time in a long time he felt like prey. They were no longer raging beasts, but patient hunters. He couldn’t predict the attack any more, and he wasn’t foolish enough to rush in. Yet he needed to act. He picked up a rock at his side and flung it at a lion, the rock bouncing off of its skull. It roared and charged him, losing its cool and advantage. He side stepped as it lunged at him, slashing at its side as flew through the air, leaving gashes that bled profusely. The other lion merely watched. as if it were waiting for an opening. The lion he slashed charged forward again, too prideful to back down, and as it opened its mouth to roar once again, he saw his opening. Without much thought he thrust his sword into its mouth, the blade piercing through the back of the roof of its mouth through the back of its head. the crowd exploded at the sight, the lion halting almost completely as he pulled the blade out of its mouth and moved away as it crashed to the ground. His victory was almost complete.

“That is enough!” bellowed the king from the rafters, displeasure brazen on his face as he scowled. “This...bores me. There is no drama here, no sense of danger...this has ran its course. Away with them.”

Guards emerged from the gates and grabbed him, shackling the lion before it could begin to resist. And as they took him away, he gazed up into the crowd, catching her gaze, and smiled.

That's all I have at the moment.

Hajime No Ippo Boxer Profile: Takamura Mamoru

Boredom and the desire to peck at a keyboard has driven me to this point. I shall profile several boxers from the amazing(and recently awesomely trollish) Hajime No Ippo, a manga that, if you haven't already consumed all 900+ available chapters and are waiting patiently for the next trolling, you really should click on that link to The Spectrum and read the fuck up. No need to run the risk of being smote for being uncultured, you know?

BUT ANYWAY

Takamura "The Japanese Hawk" Mamoru

Current weight class: Middleweight, plans on winning belts in the Light Heavyweight and Heavyweight(his natural weight)divisions, he has already won a belt at Jr Middleweight.

Athleticism: Takamura is a physical freak, possessing speed and power considered inhuman by his peers. Combined with his aggression, Takamura tends to overwhelm most of his opponents without much effort. A once in a life time talent.

Skill/Technique: When he's not dealing with considerable pressure, Takamuru fights with an open guard and eschews the jab in favor of wide, sweeping hooks. On a world class level, fighting like that is basically inviting your opponent to carve your face up with counters all night. It's a sloppy style that he can generally get away with thanks to his speed and power. Takamura needs to be prodded and poked before he stops brawling and starts boxing. Takamura can box with the sharpest technicians, his footwork sublime and his straight punches accurate and destructive. When Takumaru is on his game, he's virtually unstoppable.

Durability: In his fights against Bryan Hawk and David Eagle(yes laugh at the at the animal theme laugh damn you) Takamura showed himself to be indestructible both physically and mentally, the Bryan Hawk fight especially, as he starved himself to make weight, nearly driving himself insane. His will to survive is matched only by Makunouchi Ippo

IRL Comparison: Takumaru is the sort of beast that honestly exists in fiction only. Takumaru is genuinely a perfect fighter in pretty much every aspect of the game with the exception of his tendency to take his opponents lightly and showboat. Takumaru has no valid irl comparisons(that I can think of). He is in a class...of his own.

DUN DUN DUUUUUN

Makunouchi Ippo up next, followed by either Volg or Scratch J depending on how obscure I'm feeling.

Existentialism is beautiful

Essentially the battle one endures in pursuit of finding ones true self. Free from the mold society tries to force on you. People claim to be individuals but usually they've merely attached themselves to a trend that encourages rebellion via conformity. Really you're only escaping one mold and laying down in another. How many people do you know are truly themselves?

r.i.p. otohime

Oda has become a master at injecting emotion into One Piece that doesn't come off as forced, corny, or trivial. Beneath the simple exterior there is a beautiful attention to detail in One Piece that seems to go unnoticed, usually by people too preoccupied by the genre it's slotted in.

She drew closer to him, placed her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him. He did the same and all at once she felt the burning in the pit of her stomach disappear. She was calmed by his presence. Drawn in. Born into a world of persecution, the one thing she dreamed of was a respite. He gave her that.

Hi

I'm me. This is my blog. You are the reader. See how that works? Good.

I'm not sure what this is all about at the moment. It's honestly just a place to post my writing and hopefully get some feedback from the oh so loving and charitable denizens of the internet. Maybe it'll be more then that one day. Maybe it'll never be anything, maybe this will be the only post and the blog will remain woefully anonymous. Maybe I'm being melodramatic. In any case, try and enjoy your stay.