Hiro Von Bannister 12

Tiras looked at the clock, seeing it was 10 a.m on it. Aria had left, going shopping at the market that was about a mile या two away and Tiras himself was left home, alone. He went into the kitchen, looking around for something to do. "What type of odd contraptions do आप have in this mystical room mother?.." He muttered to himself before pressing a button on the microwave, turning it on, making him fall onto the floor in surprise before watching it in awe. "......what is this?.." He कहा before opening it, feeling the warm inside of it, but not seeing any fire. He stuck his hand in there,...

"..." Tiras looked in the mirror, looking at himself, analyzing himself using the government server through the computer inside of his head. "Tiras Elbinorune. तारीख, दिनांक of birth, March 21st, 2038, Stuggart, Capital city of Stuggaria, known formerly as the Kingdom of Prussia. My father, unknown. My mother. unknown. Hospital I was born in, unknown." Tiras कहा in a monotone voice before looking at his adoptive mother, Aria. "But I know that was a lie. I wasn't born in a hospital, mother. I remember only a tube, and a black haired woman and the blue eyed man. And I remember everything. The only people...

"Silence, woman." Ganzorig कहा as he tightened the plastic bag around Yatsumi Hirohito's head as she scratched at Ganzorig's leather gloves, trying to get him off. She looked at him, her eyes bulging out of her head as her face turned purple before he got irritated and finally snapped her neck, letting her naked body fall on the floor. Ganzorig dusted himself off, pulling a baggie out of his pocket with curly black coarse hairs inside of if, which would exactly match up to that of a person of African descent. He then pulled out a bag that had a bit of semen in it and a turkey baster, inserting...

A साल after his initial drafting into the military, Ganzorig was still living in Alexander's personal​ home, still having rather severe speech issues but definitely making behavioral progress, being around people he was comfortable with. He heard to घंटी, बेल get rung downstairs, signalling that breakfast was ready. He got up from his cot, putting on his clothes before leaving the bedroom, hitting his head on the way out against the चोटी, शीर्ष of the दीवार before heading downstairs, seeing Yoko and Alexander sitting at the table. He sat down अगला to Ichiro and Chihiro, who he both preferred और than...

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 अगला to her as he held her hand. She looked at her stomach, seeing the bump on her stomach gone. "He कहा he'd be here.." She कहा 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 सील, मुहर the unity between Stuggaria and Warsaria. Then, she saw a blonde woman walk up and hug Ivan during the ceremony and felt her दिल 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 बिस्तर 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 आप know." Donjun कहा 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 आप 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 लेखन 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 लेखन 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 अपडेट्स 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 जापान 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 या 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...