Daigo Kojirō

Black death, sings along the edge of my blade. Am I to succumb to fear and remain motionless? Or do I push these shaking bones from inertness to something more. Limb from limb I must sever the anxiety and turn it into forceful action. All while stripping away the tension in every muscle, exchanging something in the formation of motion so that the chop of metal through flesh isn't just precision but artful in the graceful ending of the foe in front of me. This is the way of the swordsman.


Daigo Kojiro


I block idiots that ignore the basic greetings of Hey, how's it going? Because they think everyone is here to entertain them and put up requirements for approaching them. Nope, you do not dictate to me how I interact with the world and those who think they have the right to do so aren't worth my time at all in the first place.