Hey everyone. It's been a rather crazy and emotional week. Got a new gig, teammate in the hospital, made an enemy or two... Missionary life, am I right? Who knew things could get so exciting in such a short period of time? Gee wiz... Where do I even start?
I'm part of a rock band now! Turns out that by joining a Karate gym, they teach musical accompaniment alongside striking and blocking. The sensei, using his inner spiritual wisdom, determined that I'd be a good melodica player. Not entirely sure what gave him that idea, but hey, I get to jam with the best martial artists this side of the Rising Sun! Ezra, our intern, is doing Judo at the same gym, but was allowed to play alongside us! His throws and grappling makes him a surprisingly good scat singer. It was odd hearing a jazz style being sung during a rock n' roll set, but I'm still a novice so what do I know? Here's a mix tape of Ezra's heavenly voice:
We've played a few shows now. Due to living in Ayashi and practicing martial arts, we've called ourselves the dignified name of "Armadillo Cheese Flakes". At least seven whole people have showed up to all six of our shows! It's so nice to have some support from most of the team! However, our fame had caught the attention of some rather nefarious foes in the form of a truly threatening group of vicious killers... They even sent us this threatening video as a warning for playing on their turf:
Truly the stuff of nightmares. However, we stood our ground and played our hearts out to the three people who attended behind the 7-11. Because we're friends through eternity, loyalty, honesty and we'll stay together through thick or thin. For we're friends forever and we'll be together. We're on top 'cause we play to win, ya filthy animals.
Tom, one of our staff members and a crazy animator, received an acceptance letter to Warner Bros Animation Studios two days ago. His cry of joy was heard throughout the apartment building and filled my heart to the brim of happiness: "Oh mah gooossh!". One of the studio executives was flying in yesterday, so we used the last of my support money to buy him a tailored suit fit for an emperor. Speaking of which, I haz run outs of dat cash. Oops.
Here's an example of his art. Witness and weep at the splendor and majesty:
However, on the train to the airport, our moment of joy was snatched by a most wretched lot: the Russian Slappers. On segways. Surprising how fast those machines can go, considering they caught up to a 70 mph train. Huh. Despite our superior fighting skills, we suffered a most upsetting causality: Tom caught a paper cut to the ear. His screams of pure agony will tear us apart, Lisa.
In our righteous rage, me and Ezra stood before them and truly turned our cheeks to our enemies by bashing them repeatably with PVC pipes until they were trembling piles of red goo. They smelt like borscht. Everyone on the train clapped and cheered. The slaps stop here, boi.
Sadly, Tom never recovered from his paper cut and fell into a ten year coma, our band was "disbanded" by Date Masamune himself from beyond the grave, and the Russian Slappers regrouped and are now slapping any and all new team members ruthlessly. Truly, being a missionary is a high calling and a high cost job. Rowsdower..?
"Only through the elimination of violence can we achieve world peace."
-Y.K. Kim
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