Hrm. I am surprised I managed to get my mittens on a computer at all, considering that this place is… worse of ware? It isn’t like I am wearing the town. Geezus, can you imagine what that would be like? Oh look, this down there, yes, the junction that’s between my legs is a street lamp; you want to know how to turn it on?

Ahem.

Man, my mind just has this rampant tendency to wander, if you failed to notice.

All joking aside, I have hacked into the database of a computer that belongs to one, Gensui Radou? From what information I managed to gather, I have concluded that this is the place where my agency, (yes, that’s a suitable title), assigned me. Now, I am not Japanese. But, I know how to speak Japanese, if even little.

Well now, this should but a linguistic adventure shouldn’t it?

Living here reminds me of what the food chain is like in the big deep blue sea…
In Lower Town, you have the bottom feeders. The Beltline, you have the whales and sharks.

Babylon City…?

Evil, Satanist, Saddle horn riding bastards! Yes, that’s right, saddle horn riding. They see that they aren’t high enough on their high horse; they need the extra leverage…

Oh yeah, about that last entry. It’s all lies.
I’m here to kick ass, and aim to shoot my gun… and I am all out of bullets.

Someone point me in the direction to the nearest gunsmith!

-K

Hello there!

This has probably most likely been the oddest occurrence in my life, proven to be the most significant occurrence since the twilight zone. But, Toto, we aren’t in Kansas anymore.

One moment, I was lying in bed, sleeping soundly next to my wife… our son between us when all of a sudden. BAM! I wake up on a slab of concrete in a middle of flipping no where!!!

Remind me again, not to drink a bottle of Jack Daniels before bed. When they say, ‘if you don’t brush your teeth before bed, you end up with cavities’, they meant it.

Well, apparently, the same could be said for drinking before bed. You’re mind will end up oozing out of your ears. No, seriously, where the hell am I…? Hrm. Obviously, in Shinjuku, Japan…

Buuut, big problem…

One: I don’t know how the hell I got here.
Two: I got one hell of a hang over…

Did I just happen to wander on in this place and pass out in the middle of no where? Oh, wait, I know. This is a severe case of sleep walking. Geezus, now I can’t seem to find my way out!

Oh, wait; in a word that describes my profession: Secret Service. Ah, crap, that wasn’t one word that was two! Oh well. You didn’t read that, you are… imagining things.

What’s my name you ask? Ah, that’s a letter.
You can call me, K.