Gemmed Civilizations

So uh, ever since that Dungeon guy came into Kyoto, i've had a piercing headache. That's the thing they don't tell te 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 Scrivere 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 Scrivere 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 aggiornamenti 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 Giappone 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 o 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 successivo three hours..

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Man I need to quit Scrivere my inner thoughts in like that. Can't let te two know that I actually get bored when you're not around. Oh, and because I know te two have been Leggere this, I'd like to say hi first of all, and secondo 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 sposta 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 cagna Zabojca o 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 o something, o perhaps to leave people a good read as something to remember me by. Nevertheless, here I am, up, smoking a cigarette on superiore, in alto of the barracks and Scrivere 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 o something, if the records from the orphanage...