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Post by yurakazuki on Jan 14, 2005 14:40:12 GMT -5
K this is kinda like just me telling my story only set in the japanese warring state of 1582, and ya'll just post whatever you want just long as it makes sense and keeps it going. Sorry if this is a really corny as hell idea but there's nothing else to do around here so ya...
(I'll just tell the very beginning when I'm just a little kid.) Mother and sister were out in the field cultivating (I think thats the word) the crops. Father had just left to fight the war between men and demon. I was just sitting there alone on the floor with a wooden sword, hoping that one day I'd be holding a katana, perhaps even the Raizen...
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Post by kayori on Jan 19, 2005 22:18:48 GMT -5
(Okay I'm refering to me in third person and using my Japanese name, okay?) Litte Miranie stands outside with her mother and their family's dog in the backyard of their small home. She knew that their was war, Mama talked about it to big sister all the time. But even though she new there was war little Miranie could not understand anything about it. All she knew is that was why daddy was away. Mama and sister had to work hard to keep them all alive. Miranie was too small to help them. They were always so tired at the end of the day from all the hard work. Every night before she went to sleep she worried about what might happen to all of them, but she soon forgot those thoughts and drifted into the land of dreams. Miranie played with Lacy, their dog contentedly. Smiling unlike so many other older ones.
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Post by yurakazuki on Jan 21, 2005 20:01:59 GMT -5
(Ok no prob and thanks for even writing on this ;D)
Kazuki trained everyday. Mother and sister could well handle the crops, so he was allowed to hone his skills with the blade. Father, one day, did come home from the war but couldn't stand mother anymore. He spent his days in a rage, un-forgiving, relentless. Mother couldn't take it anymore so me mother and sister left.
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