Welcome, visitors! I entreat you to stay, and pray sign the guestbook. I shall not forget those whose names are emblazoned upon my scrolls, and when my true form is restored they shall be rewarded for their loyalty. Such is the way of the warrior.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Modernization

It has taken quite a while to become accustomed to the ways of this world, but it is a worthwhile endeavor. I was cordially extended an invitation to co-host a site with Love Goddess wherein interested persons are able to find and wed their beloved bishounen online. I entreat all who are interested to visit her site. The certificate above shall lead you there. Why Hotohori? He, like myself, is a warrior from another world, and is imbued with the sense of nobility and honor that is befitting one of his status.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005

Hm, I was feeling rather melancholy yesterday evening... The previous entry was not a poem, but I will take the comment as a compliment. I hope this does not appear presumptious on my part. I was referring to a mortal that I know, and for whom I harbor deep affection. He is in need of help, but I do not know how I may offer it without pushing him further away from all those around him. I only hope we can reach him in time. But enough of those gloomed thoughts. My health has bettered as of late, and I have redoubled my search for a cure from this encumbering curse. I have also mastered Sonya Blade of Mortal Kombat, and am improving with Nitara. I am curious. Do any of you engage in these virtual games of battle? If so, whom do you utilize?

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Dost thou know of a broken heart? One brought on by irreparable loss, with naught but silver-laced tears to keep company in the yawning chasm, terrible and yet so overwhelmingly welcoming? A broken heart can be lethal, a slow poison in those who are frail and already weakened by mortal life. The void is yawning, gaping, tempting. How can one save a mortal soul from its ragged, tenacious grip? I watch as this fragile soul doth slip ever nearer to the crumbling edge of the darkness, the pit as voracious as ever. Never have I felt this feeling of helplessness as I watch him. What can I do to save him from himself?

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Thursday, February 17, 2005

Alas for this mortal body... I have acquired what mortals here call a "cold". I feel an ache in my head, and the intonation of my voice is strangely altered. I have fought battles against swarms of the most vile, fearful creatures imaginable, have lived for centuries...and now I have a cold. Ah well, at least this brief recuperation period shall give me ample time to hone my fighting skills in Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat. These games are most addictive...

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