Sakata Gintoki

[ A crash in the distance. Netherworld's version of birds all take off at once, startled by something in the trees. A rumbling like an earthquake, and all the trees suddenly are uprooted as the ground completely ruptures and rumbles and turns over as if it were alive. After the destruction is complete, the dust clears...and a single man stands, a glowing weapon wedged into the ground where he stabbed it. He pulls it out with a mighty, well, pull, and hefts it over his shoulder. The blade is big. And shiny. And also big. Really, really, badly-designed big. Why the hell did they design a sword like that? If people want to cosplay it, it won't fit in the door! There's something called MODERATION, you art designers!! ]

*grins widely*

BBBBANKKKKAIIII!

((His dream came true, I decided. Eh, why not.))

Uuuuuugh.... There are five elephants trying and failing at ballet inside of my head, someone tell them they need to pursue a different hobby...

Oi. New people. Who the heck are you all. I'm too lazy to keep track. So I declare a

~*~Self-Introduction Time~*~

Okayyyy, let's hear your name, occupation, and favorite way to spend a rainy day. In a nice, big, confidence voice, kay kids?

...Or...maybe not so loud. *rubs forehead*

((Can you say "hangover"? Come on, how else would you deal with a zombie dragon in your room. :D))