Topic: The Blogs of Kuro Inzen

Kuro Inzen · Date: 2009-12-26 04:25 EST

So, First day I wound up coming here, I'm being drug along by my war-buddy Stiles Mornay, and he's showing me how RhyDin's changed over the years.

And I've gotta tell ya, I'm not all too impressed anymore.

::He continues to type on his Device of Journalistic Doom::

Everyone I've met so far has either been an outright jerk towards me or looked at me like I was some sort of leper because either,

A. I've got a metal arm and metal legs past my knees. B. I don't reek like the rest of these people. C. I actually give a damn about people and give away anything of value I don't absolutely need so the kids in the orphanage can live better or D. It's because I'm an off-worlder and these people are xenophobic.

...My name's Kuro Inzen, and I Hate It Here.

I walk along these city streets day in and out, trying to get the city under my feet and a feel for the local vibes around here. I see squalor, death, disease, beggars, haughty people and rich jerks strut around like their own excrement doesn't stink. You try to help a guy in need and he turns around and tells you to "Go to hell!" all because you offered the poor bastard the last of your money so he can eat.

::He frowns as he continues to type flawlessly and the energy of a frustrated twentysomething flowing through his fingers.::

I'm 23 years old as of the 22nd of this last month, and I couldn't even be damned to celebrate my own existance because Stiles wasn't around, my jackass uncle Yejix had left for his homeworld, and I don't even know anybody around here. Nobody bothers to ask me who I am, what I do, why I'm even here or even nods at me, save for Eless back at the RDI. I try to be merry and join in on the reindeer games but I get kicked out or shunned within minutes because I actually SMILE and, yanno, be HAPPY.

I think Happiness is like sarin gas to these froods, because every time I try and spread the cheer around they get pissy with me and shoo me off. Well, excuse me Lord Snob...but I'm human.

That's right. I'm a plain-john doe human with prosthesis. Don't ask me how they happened, I'll tell ya some other time...bad memories and all. The only "Magic" I have is a higher understanding of science and I have trained my mind, body, and soul to work "miracles" using pure logic and physics.

Wizards take an elaborate ritual or use some pointy stick to turn lead into gold; I take an appropriate amount of lead and strip the atoms until it becomes gold. Alchemy. Runimancy. Psionic abilities. To hell with magick, I have science.

::He notices he's rambling again. He takes a short break to drink some water and eat a few crackers before going back at it.::

Seriously though, what?s the deal with all these dull dead-hearted folks, huh' Everybody who'll bother tells me to stop giving a damn, but I just feel that's a betrayal to myself and all I stand for. Truth, Justice and a fat sack of weed. If it weren't for the weed I'd probably have shot myself three days in. It makes me not give a damn while giving a damn, if it makes any sense.. ::He decides to call it quits for the night, and posts his blog entry. He shuts down his Journalist's Device, typically called a Laptop, and puts it back in his sack.::

"It's fecking cold out here...I need a job so I can get a flat." *shivers, walks off in search of shelter.*

Kuro Inzen · Date: 2009-12-27 16:37 EST

I've been here a month now. I just picked up a paper and saw the headlines regarding the Ravenlocks and even if I don't know them, I feel their pain of loss.

I had a fiancee once...her name was Holly Namikaze. She was about my height and age, absolutely gorgeous blonde hair, the deepest blue eyes I'd ever seen on a woman and a temper worthy of a spitfire from hell. I loved her so.

She died two days before we were set to wed at a local church back home on Second Miltia.

That was four years ago, and I still haven't gotten over it. ::Kuro takes a break from typing, his emotions having flared up again. He shuts the lid of his device and puts it in his sack before walking outside and taking out a digital voice recorder. He pushes Record.::

"Week four, three days. Haven't seen Stiles in almost a week..I'm getting worried, the forests around here get deathly cold in the winter and he has children to take care of as well as his duties as a husband. I have no idea if his family even managed to have a decent Christmas or even eat well..He hides his troubles well, but I know him better than that."

A breath.

"I've finished construction of a local access internet network and phone service here in RhyDin, in a bid to bring some sort of modern amenities to these people. Maybe they'll get a kick out of being able to converse in realtime without even being next to each other. I have yet to see if anybody will use it, but now that it's there, they can do what they want with it; I don't want any money."

He realizes his monologue into the voice recorder has taken him near the Marketplace.

"Mr. Amat has informed me that he has an antique shop around here in the Marketplace; I will visit him tomorrow in hopes he may have leads on the resting place of a Chozo burial ground that Yejix told me of before he left. He also gave me a lot of his gear, so I'm set on goods for at least a month."

He looks at his watch. "It's about 15:34. Time for lunch. Inzen out."

::Kuro shuts off his device and pockets it, and heads for a small cafe.::

"..I still hate it here."

Kuro Inzen · Date: 2009-12-28 14:47 EST

It's Month one, day five. I've noticed that despite Christmas being over, gifts are still flying all over the place. Nobody seems to notice the new cables along the phonepoles or the computers I'd donated to the RDI and the Archives. I'm thinking maybe these people don't understand this kind of technology, except maybe the few people coming in from the future via Nexusdrops.

This month has been full of sadness and death, perhaps the gift-giving takes the edge off; lets them forget that time is short and there's no sense in dwelling on the past and things to come.

I look around the RDI, as I type, and I see people trying to forget and move on, merrymaking, and the common joe public trying to drown his problems in cheap beer and expensive ales.

I'm out of cigarettes. I've got a nic fit so bad I could chew someone's head off..I heard there was some kid that came in now and then as a vendor of tobacco and candies, maybe I'll catch her sometime and get a few packs. ::Kuro stops his typing, and looks around.::

I tried my hand at the Sword Duels last night. Fought some Roman Legionairre with one of my experimental weapons, a Thunderblade. It is modeled after a Lightsaber, but uses the energy of a Thundaka Gem as a powersource and ordinary quartz as a focusing crystal. It is a nonlethal but very painful device— I gave the man a few nasty welts.

I lost, by the way. I'm hoping I might fix that and get a few wins in so I can move up in rank and get some respect. I met a lady named Aja Bird and her fiancee, a man named Tru. Ms. Bird seems to be a librarian type and has informed me of an event called "The Rift," which I plan to investigate. Mages were involved, so I doubt I'm going to learn much about it..they tend to keep quiet. ::A short break.::

"I really need a smoke." *Kuro opens a bottle of yellow pills and pops three of them and downs it with cider.* "I don't know how much longer these jumpstarts are going to keep me alert.."

I've resorted to taking herbal supplements and exotic drugs to keep myself sane. I can feel the crackle of washed caffiene and intelligence enhancers in my brain.

..I'm expecting a package sometime this week by UMN Courier; an upgrade module for my Automail prosthesii. It will install a few onboard weapons and tools. ::Kuro saves his blog entry and shuts down his computer.::

Kuro Inzen · Date: 2009-12-30 04:28 EST

I've managed to free myself from the Dusk Realm with the help of a strange sword I found while wandering and the help of my Father, Davis.

This weapon seems to be Animanian in design, yet distinctively Terran when it comes to the blade composition of layers of carbon-nanotube fibers laminated between plasteel and titanium-kevlar weave fabrics. A Polymer Sword.

I have no idea how it got here and I really don't care.

::Kuro takes a short break from typing, and lights a cigarette, taking a drag off of it before setting it in the ashtray.::

The Dusk Realm is full of ghosts, demons, undead and the damned. I had to destroy and slay many to stay alive so I could return to a more manageable hellhole.

I haven't seen my father in years; having saw him tonight marked the first time I'd seen him in about 6 years, give or take 4 months. He's the only family I've got left and he keeps going out on these damn fool adventures full of chances for death and maiming..

I don't know what the hell I'd do without my old man..probably crawl in a hole and die.

Kuro shuts his device, grabs his smoke and walks out the door into the dark streets of the City and to his run down tenement on Maple Street. It is there he encounters the same band of thugs that did him in his first week here. The thugs that had caused Montgomery and Scotty to do emergency surgery on him to keep him alive.

Kuro would relive the moment, and forever etched in his mind is the look of absolute horror on Scotty's face as he struggled to keep him conscious, and Monty's steady hands as he sewed him shut.

Fists would clench, his right hand of doom; the automail arm, would eject a long blade as wide as the back of his fist. Kuro rushes the men who nearly killed him with a warcry and begins to maim and wound these brigands mercilessly.

The smell of cheap gunpowder fills the air, blood on the street, the dangerous bolts of magic flying around like a crazed pinball machine..

Kuro kills every one of these men with no regrets, with a wild look in his eyes normally seen in feral lycans. He continues to pound upon the corpses, screaming every curse under the sun at them...

...because he had found a dead child on their blades.

Kuro Inzen · Date: 2009-12-30 04:55 EST

Nobody in this god damn town gives a flying fuck about anybody but their own selfish-fucking-selves. Everyone I see besides a handful of people care nothing but of their own fucking lives or their own fucking needs and wants. Nobody cares for the kids except the few Hero Cops that walk these damned streets.

Nobody cares for the beggars and the lepers and the sick and the dying.

NOBODY FUCKING CARES.

I've had it with you people. I will prove to you sad fucks that people are a precious commodity in this world we live in. I will do it or die trying.

I can't take this heartlessness anymore. The apathy in this goddamned city is enough to make me choke.

We need a white knight. a man or woman of ideas fit for a society of hearts. A knight for the people. The New Scum. We are nothing to you rich bastards and we know it. well, fuck you too. We work so you can sit on your lazy ass and shove your thumb up it.

We built this city. We "scumbags" built this damn city. We run the economy. We provide for YOU. You have given us nothing in return.

We are tired of being stepped on and ignored.

No more. Not one more dead child.

You killed this poor girl I just sent to the morgue, Rich Fucks of Rhydin. You killed her with your apathy.

Fuck You.

Kuro throws his device across the room in a rage, before screaming and thrashing around. His rage becomes the deepest sadness, mourning for those who had nobody to mourn for them or care. What kind of man would feel such emotion for those not around to appreciate it?

...Someone who gives a damn.

Kuro Inzen · Date: 2009-12-30 22:00 EST

I've calmed down some since last night. The death of that little girl still hurts, despite having never known the child. Maybe if I knew her before I might have adopted her.

I've wrote an open letter to the government of RhyDin, addressing these problems in this cursed city, But despite my persistence I do not believe I will be replied to by anybody of note.

I do not expect any change. I do not expect a moral person to come forth and cut a swath through the anarchy and foul masses that pervade this land. And I certainly do not see it happening at all, because this land is ruled by rich, money hoarding bastards who give about as much a damn as my uncle Yejix can throw Reap. That ain't too far.

I still get treated with indifference despite my attempts at being the best person I could possibly be— Human. Perhaps it is because I think and feel that I am outright ignored by many and treated with disdain by those who would "Dare to stoop to my level", whatever elitist bullshit that is.

I'm sitting up here in the rafters in the RDI as I write this, it's about 20:57 at the moment, cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey outside, and this snow is piling up. I estimate at least 3 feet by New Year's.

I'm not sure what i'm going to do with myself while I'm here, but one thing is certain: I will crusade for those who have none who will fight for them.

The New Scum.

ADDENDUM: <Kuro> Ms. Mira came to the RDI. Thank God she had cigarettes for sale. I was out.

Kuro Inzen · Date: 2009-12-30 23:37 EST

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And this is what Kuro does when he isn't watching your drama or bitching in his blogs.

Kuro Inzen · Date: 2009-12-31 19:14 EST

I've come across a few oddities in this world. How parts of one place seem to drop in out of nowhere. Parts of entire cities wind up in RhyDin overnight, Cultures die out and are assimilated into the fold and quickly obsoleted.

Uniqueness no longer applies to this damn city. There are hardly any persons here who can take any pride in their heritage as The Nexus destroys it all like aggressive cancer.

It makes me absolutely sick to my stomach when I realize that entire races will extinct when The Nexus takes over the Multiverse. There will no longer be individual worlds, but one giant world revolving around a single, massive sun.

All Creation as we know it is about to end, and only a handful of us give a shit.

What will these people do when this Hyperplanet forms" How will we support all these mouths we must feed" Resources? We will all go extinct as well and sentient life as we know it will end.

Nobody else will rise, because The Nexus will consume itself. Time and Space itself will cease to be, and even Nothing will cease to be.

Everything will stop.

.....what a dismal end.