Gemmed Civilizations

Yesui woke up in the hospital room, wires all up in her arms and nobody there except her oldest son whom was four, Arslan, sleeping in a chair seguinte to her as he held her hand. She looked at her stomach, seeing the bump on her stomach gone. "He said he'd be here.." She said quietly, letting out a sniff as some tears streamed down her face as she looked at the TV, watching Lucas and Ivan at the ceremony to foca, selo the unity between Stuggaria and Warsaria. Then, she saw a blonde woman walk up and hug Ivan during the ceremony and felt her coração break into pieces. She silently cried, trying not to...

Senji stood up, looking at the journal, shaking his head before throwing the journal in the trash, sitting on his cama before scratching his head and sighing, seeing now a black mark on the back of his hand, seeing a dragon crest on it. He layed on his bed, still buzzed from the sake before closing his eyes, feeling something jump on the best and lay near his feet. When he opened his eye, he saw two yellow cat eyes looking at him. "Donjun?" Senji slurred out.

"I need a place to sleep you know." Donjun said before curling up in a ball while in his cat form.

"Whatever." Senji spat out, closing his...

So uh, ever since that Dungeon guy came into Kyoto, i've had a piercing headache. That's the thing they don't tell you about mind fuckage. It actually hurts for a really really long time. So anyways, I finally got a message from Emperor Hirohito. He's sending his first born son, Katsuo, down to Kyoto. A four yearold. He's sending a six yearold down here. I'm becoming a glorified babysitter at this point. Oh, and I'm composição literária in this journal now in case I go insane from the four yearold. I need to leave some evidence I haven't been totally batshit.

~Signed, Senji Asakhusza.

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I, Senji Asakhusza am composição literária this journal as a collection of events for when eventually my emperor comes to return. It's been quite some time since I've had any atualizações on my mission of course but well, I must retain hope, no?

The level of loneliness has rather well, been detrimental to my mental state. Being around peasants who can barely handle a hoe(and not the female ones. hah, good one Senji) let alone a sword and attempting to reunify Japão underneath the banner of Emperor Hirohito yet again has been rather hard. This is my third winter here and the harvest has been increasingly harder...

Yes yes, I am Adrian Hong. It should be pretty obvious who I am, considering I am the king of the second, soon to be first, biggest empire in the current world. True son of Ivan Hong and all that blah blah, yeah. I honestly don't care for semantics. Anton suggested I write this and I highly doubt any of the scum peasant farmers are going to read this so why not. Here it is, my childhood I guess or whatever I'm supposed to write. Honestly I'm just killing time so to whoever reads this, whoop die do, you're not getting a well written story. Your getting the babbling of someone who isn't even...

Finally, Lucas and Villads have made it back from their little mission, although now they're doing their regular duties, which is just great for me. Huzzah, I get to be fucking alone for the seguinte three hours..

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Man I need to quit composição literária my inner thoughts in like that. Can't let you two know that I actually get bored when you're not around. Oh, and because I know you two have been leitura this, I'd like to say hi first of all, and segundo off all, thanks for respecting the privacy of me.

So yeah, I'm gonna be let on a mission too. I'm excited. I'll be finally able to fucking mover around,...

Right so after creating the first part of this, not only did Lucas bitch, but so did Villads. They tag teamed me in making a part two, which is kinda funny to me since they haven't read it...or have they?........

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I actually might be wrong there. Knowing Lucas and Villads, those two would be up to no good when it comes to messing with me.

Anyways, so I left off somewhere around another rant about Silvia. Those are always pretty fun and uh, I think I left off where I just killed that cadela, puta Zabojca or whatever the fuck his dirty tribal name was. Yeah alright, so lets timeskip like,...

Since Lucas insisted, I'll write down some of my adventures and such through the years as a warlord. Not sure why actually, maybe as documentation or something, or perhaps to leave people a good read as something to remember me by. Nevertheless, here I am, up, smoking a cigarette on topo, início of the barracks and composição literária a journal as the other people in my unit sleep.

Well, I suppose we shall start from the beginning here. My name? Most people call me Fawkes if they know what's good for them, but my name is Ivan Hong. Yeah, I'm like Mongolian and Polish or something, if the records from the orphanage...