Wednesday, March 14, 2007

My Story
Well, it all began in the not so tiny town of Dallas, Texas. My family wasn't so entirely well off, but well enough to have a family...

Oh, wait the other story...

Um, Ninja Kai is still experiencing technical difficulties due to a lack of a computer to transfer the files to or a writer capable of remembering what exactly he wrote... or a motherboard that has labels so that the writer can figure out how to plug in the power switch... so, the story remains on hold.

But I have good news for anyone even remotely interested in my story, despite its drawbacks and technicalities. A completed, colored, noted concept sketch of Kai. Including some spoilers that aren't so big of a surprise to anyone who really knows me. Enjoy!

Yep, I missed a day

Yesterday, I really have no good excuse for missing that post, so here's a quiz result to make up for it:

What is your element? [with pics + detailed answeres]

Your element is Water. You have a calm aura around you and are in tune with the world around. You observe it but rarely interfere. Because of your shy and timid nature you will not have so many friends in your life. But then again, large crowds aren't your thing anyway. You are comfortable on your own and are reserved to others who you don't know or know very little of. You know everyone out there does not want to be your friend, and knowing that is good. However, people who don't know you that well thinks that you are cold and distant since you don't want to talk to them. Although you mean no harm, you can't always be perfectly understood in the world. No one can. Life in general are you quite serene with even if there are some things you don't like. Your love-life is not so full of boys/girls, but if you flirted more with the ones you were interested in I'm sure something would happen. The hobbies you choose are calmer ones, you are no party person that likes to drink and make-out with three or more guys/girls in one night. Reading a book or swimming is more your thing.
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Now, I should really keep off AIM while I'm working on my art projects, because I just cant stop talking when I'm not using my mouth to do it (especially if the person I'm talking to is as crazy as I am). I'll just go on and on with a certain pun until I either figure out how to make it funnier or until I die a little inside from the loss of what was a great pun. I even try speaking in html, and that never gets old. The fact of the matter is that when I'm set loose on the internetafter a Dr Pepper and a 3 Musketeers, there's no holding me back.

So, here I am after having a Dr Pepper and a 3 Musketeers (the tail end of the sugar rush) on my blog. Blogging away on the keyboard, I start to realize that "Ninja Kai" can keep going, getting stronger. It can roll on into oblivion, or I can steer it right back onto my blog whether or not I have the original concept story. I am the creator dammit! I'll recreate it however it needs be! The original manuscript may be lost to condemned cpu, but not memory!

Ninja Kai (part 3)

Flashback (part 1)
My main character, Kai, is 17 and his parents want him to go to an Ivy League College when he graduates from High School. One problem is that his grades are not good enough to make the cut and he runs away because he really fears his parent's reaction will be overly bad for him.

Not knowing where to go, he drives miles and miles into the middle of nowhere. With no money and no place to go, he stops his car on the side of the road for the night. Kai awakens the next morning to find trees moving past his car and he gets the slight sensation that it is flying through the air about six feet from the ground. As he sidles against the window, a tree branch clips the antennae and makes him jump in surprise. He tries again and cant see anything beneath the car, so he rolls down the window to get a better look. He finds underneath the car nearly a dozen men clad in black holding up his car and walking through the woods. As he rolls the window back up and sits back in his seat, he feels a prescence behind him. He turns to find another ninja wearing a fedora over his hood in the back seat.

"Hi!" the strange ninja surprises him with.
"What the hell is going on here?" Kai returned the most acceptable response.
"We are headed to our hidden village."
Kai takes a second to piece together the information. "Our hidden village? We are in the middle of Nowhere, USA and there's even a hidden village existing?!"
"Yep."
"Ninja are from Japan, right?"
"Yep."
"how the... what the..."
"I'll tell you when we get there," the mysteriously strange ninja said as he points ahead into the deepening forest.

After a small clearing, there stand two large carved doors surrounded by two walls of enormous trees that appeared to shoot from the ground and end in spiny tips. The doors open to reveal a village with buildings that rise up toward the center where a larger dome sits atop what looks like a town hall type of building.

"Welcome home," says the ninja in the fedora.

Flashback (part 2)
"I'm sorry? Did you just say 'welcome home'? What makes you think that I'm even
willing to take you up on this offer?" said Kai.
The ninja in the fedora
leaned forward and looked Kai directly in the eyes. "To be honest, you have no choice in the matter
right now. We know you, Kai, and you will not leave here until we can be sure our secret village is kept a secret."
"*sigh* A trap then? Fine, I'll play along."
"You choose wisely, Kai."
Kai's car now passed through the gate into the village, and as the gates closed,
the car was set on the ground. Kai and the fedora ninja then made their way to the center of the ninja village.
"What's your name?" Kai asked.
"A time will come for you to know my name, it is
not now."
"You guys are just like the stereotypes I've heard of."
"Actually, there's no such thing as a generic ninja, so kindly refrain from comparing our kin to what you've seen in comic books.
"Ah, here we are Kai. This is the Karada building, where all our governing originates. Our leader resides here and watches over our village. You are here to meet him."
"Why, may I ask, am I being delivered to your leader?"
"He will answer your questions."



At the main entrance stood two ninjas to either side. Their eyes went wide the moment they saw Kai and the ninja in the fedora come up the grand stairway, they moved quickly to open the door for them.
Just inside was a throne room, where the village leader was apparently waiting for them.


"Welcome, Kai. You have returned home so long after your parents took you from us."

Part 3

"I am the GaijinKage, it means 'Shadow of America'. You may be confused as to how you are connected to our village, since your parents have, no doubt hidden this information from you. It is a long story and it comes with a history lesson, so you should be prepared to hear it."
"What I want to know is whether I am free to go, or if your intent is to imprison me."
"You must believe me when I tell you that we have no intent of keeping you here against your will, but I believe that since you have nowhere to go or any way to get there without walking, our terms will be sufficient."
"You're taking my car?!"
"It will be delivered to your new residence we had prepared for you. We do not take what is not ours, so you have nothing to complain about. Now, our village is the first ninja village to sprout up within the United States since the destruction of our old villages that were first constructed in old Japan. The shogun of that era decided our village was gaining power too fast, and was a substantial threat to his rule, so he hired every other village he could to 'compete' against us for supremacy among the hidden villages. The other villages ransacked and destroyed us while we sat unable to rally for battle. Several shinobi were able to escape into the cities and hid together from those who continued to search for them. The Shogun was lucky that our village was so powerful, because the finest from every village perished in the great fight. The three families that survived continued in their arts as they waited for the others to forget them. The mundane lives they took up had been scorned before, and now were a great necessity. Our power grew in potential and we spread out just enough to catch the attention of the ones in power. We anticipated the strike for years, and when the time came we had earned enough to take a boat to America as an entire family. We spent weeks choosing belongings and concealing our movement. As the ship left the docks, we felt for the first time in two hundred years, freedom.
"It was not easy, but my Great Grandparents found ways to earn money so that a new hidden village could be built. A great amount of land had to be purchased and still remain inconspicuous, so they found this land in the middle of nowhere. It couldn't have been more perfect for us. The villagers were so happy they moved right in. Years later, we had not anticipated some of the new technology, satellites capable of taking high resolution photographs of our land. The trees did not cover us from their penetrating view. The government found us and we were soon at their mercy. But this land is so graced, that we were held at no more than a few penalties for taxes and other complicated matters, but that is when we learned of the other shinobi villages."
"There's others?" Kai was now frustrated.
"Do not worry just yet. I must continue the story, so that you may learn from it. Another village had failed to conceal itself from the satellite and the government thought it was merely a trifle, but upon gaining further information, we learned that this village was the descendants of the only village that openly defied our treaties before the shogun's manipulation. This village had also fled the country after being oppressed by the rulers long ago, but they were also likely the village that most deserved their oppression. Upon great discussion, we decided to send a messenger to their village to discuss terms. He never returned. We dared not use the legal system, because the power the press had established would surely uncover us as soon as we opened our mouths, so we have trained ourselves over the years to anticipate anything to come of the murder."
"This story is really long."
"Yes, well a break is in order if you choose..."
"No, please continue."
"Well, then, right back to where I was. Twenty seven years ago, a young man about your age stumbled upon our village. With the amount of noise he made on his way in, we figured he was no threat. He had nowhere to go, and had come out into the woods to kill himself just to escape his horrible family for good. We took him in as our own and trained him in our ways. He took a few years longer than most, but he became one of our greatest shinobi. He had found the favor of our greatest clans only daughter during his years of training and eventually they got married. About eighteen years ago, the secret corruptions he and his wife obtained consumed them, and they murdered their entire clan before they ran off. These two are your parents."

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I cant believe I wrote that much. And If you see similarities to stories you have read, I assure you that is where my inspiration came from. I would like to give credit to Basilisk, Naruto, and a few stories I've read in an Asian American literature book, as well as a movie that is based on the story that Basilisk is based off of, however, I cant really do that because this is MY baby. This is what I love to do aside from drawing, however bad my English is (yes, I'm American and I'm white and completely not asian in any way, but my writing ability is still not good enough for a substantially un-professional editor).

So sorry about the long break in the story, but I'm back on track now that I've written a substantial back-story to go along with my tale (not to mention the initial sketches of several characters, not just the main character).

Perhaps I'll leave some quick Questions:

1) Have you played Hacky Sack? Are you good?
2) Have you read my Story? Is it good?
3) When you think about Ninja, what is the first adjective that comes to mind?
4) What would you think about a comic series concerning this story?
5) I do so enjoy writing questions and then reading answers to them, dont you?

Well, Arigatoo Gozaimasu.
Krusty K

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