I do believe I have found something to like at last in this place, other than the fact I am even alive of course.  I discovered a radio which is apparently a device invented by humans to play music and pick up on transmissions of some sort or other.  There is no broadcasting system here (or so I'm told) but I did find a collection of shiny, round things called a cd.  

I find I like this Elvis very much.  Strange, how well music has progressed and how wild it is now.  Interesting.

I have to say that spending some time to myself has given me a new perspective on the life I lead before I was brought to this place.  Once I leave here, I will be dead once more and that fact doesn't trouble me in the least.  The fact I spent most of my life serving gods that did not care about anything but themselves will always anger me but I cannot change this now.

I will never be content or know true peace but I can at least say I died with honor at the hands of a worthy opponent.  There is little else a (former) God of War can ask for I suppose.  At present, I believe I will just enjoy this strange place and seek a vice of some sort to fill my time or just company.    Or something to do.  Any of these things would work to fill in the hours between curses and troubles inflicted upon us by the powerful feathered fiends who run this place.

All humanity is insane.  I'm not quite sure why I feel this way.  I'm also quite bored.  I think I will go to the beach and enjoy the water there again, just for the thrill of it.

....and these things called fangirls or fanboys are even stranger.  What is the point of writing me into a story with someone called Hazel who I know I would kill on sight but yet I apparently am instantly in love with this person because he...simpers?

The world is a mad place and I have no idea who has the keys to let me out of it.  This internet is a disturbing thing though I have to admit some of the pictures I have found of Konzen or Goku are quite interesting.  I never knew they could pose in such manners.

Another week, another curse.  At least I'm not small and furry.  Apparently, there is some good in the world .

I believe I win for stupidest heroic powers.  This would be why I prefer to be neither villan nor hero.  Instead, I like walking the fine line between them whenever I can.  I will stay in my teepee for the duration of this week and just forget yet another curse.

I am ...the SHOVELER!  I shovel well.  We are the few.  The Proud.  The Mysterious.

I have the strangest urge to smack things with a shovel which I do not believe suits me at all but since I have this nice shovel.  I might as well use it.  Villians of the world, beware.

I feel in a surprisingly good mood.  My head does not hurt in the least and I find myself utterly relaxed.  Perhaps I should drink more often if this will be the end result.  I am still not certain what a hangover is but it seems to make those who suffer from it quite cranky.  I mean, more than they normally happen to be.

I believe I will take a walk and simply enjoy the breeze.  What a beautiful day it is to be alive.

I might have been a bit hasty in my bid to take over the world.  Again.  Okay, just Siebien.  Seeing Rinrei was worth it but it was worse than I'd imagined.  I really don't mean to be an asshole.  It just comes naturally to me.  I was made this way by living in a cell most of my life or being chained like a rabid animal that needed to be controlled.  No excuse but it is the reason I rebelled against my captors.  They punished the woman I loved just because she loved me and she died in that human world because I couldn't save her fast enough.

I feel so strange and relaxed.  There have been other times I've felt this way but this is so strange.  This place is not so bad.  It is a bit too quiet and peaceful but not really.  Perhaps I should come out of my teepee more often.  Would it matter?  Would it change anything?

I would not have been better off left in peaceful death but I wonder if maybe the owls know what they're doing.  Maybe they aren't just sadistic monsters that love playing with us.

Maybe I am just losing what mind I have left to me.  That is more likely than anything right now.  Mm.  My hands aren't working quite right either and the teepee seems too small.  I belive I shall nap.  Or sleep.  Or whatever it is.

Other than the usual curse and insanity that follows, it appears Siebien is as normal as it gets.  There are new faces and I am quite pleased to see Son Goku is among them.  Kenran or Gojyo being along for the ride is an annoyance I could have lived without but so be it.  Sanzo must not be far behind. 

I can hope he will come here at any rate.

Mmm.  I think I will stay in my tent for the duration of this annoying curse.  Or at the beach.  I see little else to bother with for the time being.

....and others you are the windshield.  Today, I believe I am both.  I find myselt staying in this teepee and contemplating this strange world.  There is a lot of life here and brightness but it is still just another prison.  As much as I try, I cannot get past that though it will not stop me from harassing the natives I suppose.


For now, I am done.

 

After a few weeks of this place, I find myself as utterly bored with it as I was with the heavens.  I have changed prisons again and this time I have lost much of the power that is mine by birth.  I have to admit watching the flames and smoke with idiots running around screaming their heads off was amusing enough.

The insanity was quite distracting but now it appears as if it is to be peaceful again. How utterly boring and pointless.  The flowers everywhere is doing little to truly lift my spirits.  Listening to those around me whining or carrying on about the pain of their childhoods or angsting over their mothers is trying my patience.  Is no one here strong enough not to turn into a mewling babe when shown a simple picture of the woman who bore them?

I suppose not.  I find I am surrounded by idiot weaklings for whom I have little use outside of taking amusement in their pain or useless suffering.  Of course, there are exceptions to this but it seems everyone who 'shares' on these journals only wishes to whine or ignore what is happening to them.  Denying the truth is a luxury I have never afforded myself.  I could never be quite that weak or foolish.

I am not certain what this place is but I did find my way to what passes for living space here.  I cannot believe I am expected to live in such a place made of straw, no less.  The use of these machines to record thoughts or communicate is quite intriguing and useful.  Are there gods in this strange new world and why would they chose to turn everyone I met into children?  It is all so very strange but at least there is change here. 

For that alone, I know I am no longer in the heavens. 

Perhaps this is simply another world.   I must explore as I have heard rumors on the wind of a cave full of wonders.  What could I possibly find more wonderful than myself or someone to follow me?  Shien and Zenon's loss is an annoyance I did not expect to plague me so very much.   I find I will do most anything to keep from being bored once again.  Violence and bloodshed is something I miss or at least I long for it.  I am a war god, after all, and war is my nature.