The True Introduction - Introduce yourself all over again.

[Cresir]

As he sat there Cresir, a skinny silver haired figure, scanned the dimly lit tavern. Something didn't sit right with him...then again since that day he felt foolish to trust anyone. Standing he moved from his usual dark corner, his stride was slow and calculated his thick black leather boots made a hollow clunk noise. Slung across his black was an ancient Katana that had been passed through his family for ages....he unfortunatly held it only due to the heartless obliteration of his family.
Suddenly the cheerful voice of the tavern bar tender brought him back as he reached into a leather satchel at his hip he made his order, "sake." The girl nodded turning to get him his drink, when she returned he handed her the three silver pieces she would ask for and turned back toward his table. His black leather cloak caught the wind as he turned flapping open slightly revealing the dragonic armor he wore underneath. When he reached his table he sat slowly eyeing a pamphlet on his table. Reaching for it with his dragon scale gloves he flipped his chin length straight silver hair from his face. As he finished reading the pamphlet he placed back on the table under his empty glass, as he walked out of the tavern he thought to himself. "A tournment....maybe i'll find some sort of answers as to what happened that night"

[Kugyou]

Awakened from a long slumber he does not remember entering, the being - yet unkown to himself - blinks dry eyes as he glares at his surroundings. Lying on a hard table, alone, in a dark concrete room, he wonders How long have I been sleeping? My body feels like it's made of stone. He tries to recall days before today, lying stiff and still on his back as he angrily realixes that he can remember nothing. Soon enough, he sits bolt upright, leaping to his feet, and drops clumsily to his hands and knees. The loud crash that follows his fall prompts him to look at the floor, where he sees his shiny black hands - paws? for the first time. Without a mirror, he can only tell so much, but a cursory examination finds him entirely encased - not encased, made of stone. Shiny, black...obsidian?. He reaches up to his face, trying to learn his own features. The face and ears of a panther - and if I reach behind me I'll find a tail, I know - but when he reaches to his forehead, he nearly screams at the surprise of finding two Kanji literally chiseled into his forehead. With no other knowledge of the language, he still somehow knows that these symbols are his name - Kugyou? Penance? Am I to atone for something, or am I an atonement?.

The door to the concrete room bursts open and a woman, clad in a long black robe enters, smiling viciously. "You have awakened, my creation!" she shouts, all too loudly, leaving Kugyou's ears ringing.

"Your creation?" he demands, with a voice like the sound of ten-penny nails being driven through a bed of gravel. "What have you done to me? Why have you taken my memory?" he screams, feeling the pain of a newborn throat's first real work.

"I made you, precious. Your memory is mine - your past begins now," she coos, padding up to him and placing a hand on his broad chest. The touch at once attracted and replused Kugyou, leaving him wondering how he could possibly hate and love something he'd never even experienced before. "You're my golem, and my star player. You will make them pay the price for their ridicule of me. I expect you to find and join the tournament, and win for me. Perhaps then they will no longer laugh at my work!"

Having had more than could be considered enough, Kugyou acts with furious intensity. His hands lash out to the woman's throat, squeezing until he feels first resistance. His face contorted in emotional agony, he damns the tears that will never come as he growls "Who are you? And what am I?" at the panicking woman.

Clawing at her creation's hands, the golem's mistress wails "My name you will never know. You are my most prized creation, my masterpiece. Unlike your brothers and sisters, those rudimentary homunculi, you are one of us! You are..." her voice trails off as she begins to lose consciousness.

Shaking his creatorix, Kugyou roars. "I am what? Tell me, you foul-hearted..." he stops as the woman's hand comes up to brush his smooth, hard cheek.

"You are," she croaks as her consciousness slips away, and whispers out three last words that Kugyou will carry with him as a badge of honor.

Leaving the woman's unconscious but still living body on the floor of the dark room, Kugyou dashes out through the door, through another small room, and up a long staircase to a small dirt road. Seeing the sunlight for the first time, Kugyou shields his eyes with an arm, realizing that the strange feeling along his arm is a series of spikes extending. He becomes aware of where every spike lies that he can extend, where some are still growing that will be permanent, and how slowly they will regrow if damaged.

Hearing a scream, he pulls his arm away from his face to see a small girl pointing at his arm and wailing at the top of her lungs. Quickly retracting the spikes, he kneels and touches the girl's face. She tenses, but does not flee. "It's all right," he purrs to the child. I'm not bad. I'm just like you, my creatorix told me so. I'm..." The child finished the sentence for him.

"A Pocket Otaku?"

[Kudasai Hiroki]

So there I was... No, really. I was there! I bore witness to one of the greatest sagas ever. The saga of the Jugatsu. Kudasai Hiroki was a simple man. He loved to play practical jokes and make others laugh. But he derived more pleasure from fixing and building things than anything else. He loved to test his quick thinking and ability to do the impossible whenever the opportunnity presented it's self. However, how much of a test can fixing old washing machines be? Kudasai longed for a real challenge. Then, one day, a patron approached him and presented him with a unique challenge. The patron told Kudasai that he posessed knowlage of the greatest challenge. However, the only way he would tell Kudasai about this challenge was if Kudasai bested him in combat. No stranger to the ways of the sword and not one to really think things through, Kudasai accepted. Suddenly the patron brandished a blade the likes of which Kudasai had never seen. A beautiful yet terrifying dark glowing blade. Kudasai had expected to have time to prepare for this battle. He was totaly unarmed. Thinking quickly, Kudasai grabbed a long steel pipe to use as a staff and the battle ensued! For hours they fought! Kudasai, throwing everything he had at his foe to no avail for all of his tools were no match for the mysterious blade. Nearly out of arms Kudasai quickly grabbed an oily rag off of the floor and flung it at his opponent, smacking him in the face. Using this opportunity, Kudasai blugened the man with his last monkey wrench, causing him to fall to the ground and drop his sword. Defeated, and slightly concussed, the man conceded defeat. He told Kudasai of a tournement where fighters of his and Kudasai's caliber competed, a true test of skill. Finally, Kudasai thought, a purpose!
Knowing he wouldn't stand a chance with wrenches and oily rags, Kudasai went to ask his grandfather for his families sword.
"This katana" Said grandfather, "Has been passed down from warrior to warrior in our family since the first Hiroki's walked the earth. I believe you are ready for it now. It was said that the ancients themselves forged it and that it is unbreakable. May it serve you well as it has served our ancestors throughout time." So, with sword in hand and a song in his heart, Kudasai set out to prove his worth in....

.... the Pocket Otaku!

[JohnVeritas]

I close my eyes just to have them open again, and once again I am somewhere new. This is definitely a different place. A smaller place.
I really need to find out what is doing this.
There are many oddities in this world. Though I suppose a bipedal white wolf must seem strange to them as well. There is much to explore in this place, and I hope to visit here often. I have registered in the arena matches, and hope I can become as skilled a fighter here as I am in my world.
I suppose waking world isn't right since I don't think even the maddest of wizard could conjure together such a place and conjure up such a large number of strange beings as well.
I can still hear him in this place, the voice at the edge of my consciousness, the one who speaks of order and destruction, of a world under one rule. Perhaps someone here has a way to tell me who this phantom voice is...

[kurjohoto the III]

Welcome...sos short.

[Ryu]

Fight and gain power. Fight and gain power. Life had really become this way. He can't remember when things changed. he doesn't know what was the one moment that he slipped into his obsession, but he does know one thing. He can't escape it. It was the only thing left for him.

He had forsaken friends and his village. At first it had actually kept him awake. He couldn't get over the overwhelming feelign of guilt. After being so careful, he had slipped. He had become power hungry. he would do anything for it.

But that was when it started. The guilt is one now, and there is no time for remorse. He has to move foward. he has to get stronger or everything he had given up would have been in vain. Right now his sights are set on two things: gainign power and the world of Pocket Otaku.

[SirGunslinger]

Habikyle, The Laughing Gunslinger



There are two things in the World, what you have done; what you haven't done. The key to winning the game of life is to hand Death the longest list possible.

Physically, I tend to blend into a crowd. I avoid flashy clothes or garish styles. I stand out from my words and actions. I'm the kind of person who will go out and do something just to see what will happen, or go someplace halfway around the world just to see what it looks like. I will walk up and talk to people I do not know just to see what they think.

You see, the way you cheat Death is to hand him a list so long that he cannot possibly finish it, so you just slip away and continue adding more to the list.

Besides, in order to be a good storyteller, you must have more stories to tell.

[zero]

I'm not dead... just so you know.

[Sciler]

Good to know nubface! Where have you been young man and what have you been up to??

[zero]

I have returned from the stone age after 2 long years. The 21st century can be confusing and a little bit overwhelming, but I feel I am adapting well. I finally have cable and internet... it's amazing! Just so you know, 2 years of rabbit-ears on the TV is waaaaaaaay too long.

As for what I have been up to, no good of course. Good to be back!