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All the world you used to know

is an elaborate dream

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Kazu's introduction:

“When you grow up, you can be anything you want to be…I mean it. If you really want it and work hard enough, that’s what you’ll be.”

Does that sound familiar?

Your parents fed you that bullshit at some point in your life, didn't they? I'll lay money on it that they did. Hell, maybe they even stuffed that “You’re going to grow up to be president someday” one-liner down your gullible little grade school throat, in a vain attempt that you’d amount to something less pathetic than they did. And that line might have stuck with you like a cancerous growth through middle school, highschool, and college, gnawing like a knot in your side, reminding you every time you fail, that maybe your parents were full of shit.

You learn to abandon your dream career of manning space shuttles, being elected mayor, or taking Hugh Heffnor’s place to spend the rest of your life getting your knob polished by beautiful silicone-injected women.

It’s not that you’ve given up …you’ve just, grown up.

Somewhere along the line, reality kicked you in the balls. Now you look at yourself in the mirror each morning, seeing what, an astronaut? No. You’re frying up bovine patties at Mickey D’s, working 80 hours a week and wondering where the hell where your life went.

But, before you fall into complete despair and shove the hot end of a loaded magnum down your throat, consider this: at least the living you make is an honest one. Sure you may be another pimple-assed college dropout with enough craters on his face to play connect-the-dots. Despite the pathetic piece of human shit you think you’ve become, deep down, in some fucked up and unexplainable way, your parents are still proud of their son.

You’ve removed that gun barrel from your throat, so I’ll assume you feel better about yourself.

Good.

Whether you realize it or not, I’ve just put you into the mindset needed to fully comprehend what you’re in for after you join this community.

This is a story about finding yourself, but not the cliche Disney movie version that ends with a chorus of animals singing Candle In The Wind. Here in Tokyo, you learn from birth that life isn't one of the fairy tales that your mother read to you to make you fall asleep from boredom. Life is a demanding 5th avenue whore. It sucks. It blows, and if you're not careful...you could lose yourself in the blink of an eye.

Where are my manners...

I'm the mentally disturbed half human who co-mods this game, Kazu. Nice to meet you. I'd shake your hand, if I could remember the last time I'd washed it.

Where you’ll me right now, is on the verge of breaking down. I've locked myself in apartment 109, with only a 700 ml bottle of Vodka, twelve varieties of euphoria inducing narcotics and the largest threat to my health I'll ever know:

Myself.

Let's see, according to the inhuman walking corpse who calls himself my parent, I'm a "batshit- crazy-nutcase, a weirdo suffering from obsessive compulsive tendencies who awakes every night to the sound of his own melodramatic weeping." Not that far from the truth, Dad, but you forgot a few things. I hate my job designing webpages for pornographic websites. I hate the social system and yes, I might hate myself. But more than anything, I think I hate you, Dad, and everything you've fucking put me through.



Amaya's introduction:

I always knew life was unpredictable and I always knew it wasn't fair. Why the hell would life be fair to a person like me? Who ever knew that in a blink of an eye, things could go so right, but with another, things can go so horribly wrong? I always try to roll with the punches, let these things slide off my back. But there are some things that cannot be forgiven, and there are some wounds that will never heal.

I'm currently stuck in central Tokyo in a small one bedroom apartment, 111, that I share with my cat Rakki, a couple of roaches and the occasional 1am train. For money, I work for one of those local delivery services, ya know those messenger bike people.

Well anyway...I'm not one for words like Kazu up above, but I try when I can. My name's Amaya, a half-demon, and I'm also a mod. This community, as Kazu said, is about life. It's unfair, it's cruel, shitty...the list can go on. But apparently, from what someone has told me, there are brighter sides to things. Though I have yet to see that...but that could be because I refuse to open my curtains...

Life is never fair to a hanyou. There are no bright sides. Only dark.


Welcome to Dusk Over Tokyo. A casual role playing community which is loosely Inuyasha based (set in modern times), but any anime can join. There really is no story line or plot. It's made up as it goes along. Creat your own chars, or play one from an anime. Meet people, RP with them, move on and meet others. Change lives, Change you own, Stay the same. It's all up to you. The wonderful thing about this, is that there is no pressure to post at certain times. Post at your own pace (though we would prefer atleast once a week).

Join. RP. And have fun, damnit!



♣The Mods♣


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Aim: JainaOSS -- Amaya: ajadedneko


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See the animal in his cage that you built.
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eyes.
Are you sure which side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built...everything where it belongs.
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart..and it's all...right where it belongs.

What if everything around you isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection, is it all you want to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself, and find yourself afraid to see?

What if all the world's inside of your head?
And just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods, all the living and the dead...and you really are alone.
You can live in this illusion.
You can choose to believe.
You keep looking but you can't find the ones.
Are they hiding in the trees?

What if everything around you isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection, is it all you want to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself, and find yourself afraid to see?


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