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.))