Yoseikan Budo - A Fan Letter Response

As many of you may know, I'm a practitioner of many martial arts and extreme sports skills that aid me well in my line of work. But it is not often I meet with someone who is also trained in a tiny fraction of the many skills I possess. Several months ago I received this letter from an apparent fan:

"Hi there,

Just wanted to extend an invitation to join a discussion blog for Yoseikan practitioners. The whole thing started when I wanted to see how many practitioners there were, at least on myspace, I'm pretty sure that there are quite a few.

This site is to share experience, training routines, who you train under, techniques, etc. So come join and bring some life into the group.

Thanks

Abel

[ Link Removed for Group's Safety ]


ps teach us how yoseikan budo has only heightened your vampire hunting skills and how our keen meditation skillZ have helped you understand the many conspiracies that government has against us..."

So I've finally gotten the chance to write back to your request, Abel.

Experience…aahh…I have too much experience to even know where to begin. My original interest in Yoseikan Budo began when I was overseas in Japan, hunting for Tsukumogami; particularly Chochinobake, a type of lantern ghost. This is where the story gets a little weird. I guess the amount of Electronic Smog (Wi-Fi signals, cell phone networks, etc.) in such a small area tangled rather unfavorably with some of my own PK training (at the time I'd been trying rather fiercely to surface some latent psychic powers.)

I thought I was making progress when I started getting migraines…I ended up having to visit the doctor's office.

The doctor looked me over and thought it was some sort of joke. He prescribed me some migraine medication and told me to take it easy. I insisted the source was psionic but he laughed it off. Of course, my parents wouldn't believe me. God.

Anyway, leaving the doctor's office I met up with Minoru Mochizuki. We began to chat and the subject turned to my martial arts abilities – I was already a blackbelt in Judo, and had become quite familiar with Aikido, Karate, and Katori Shinto Ryu. He ended up taking me in for some free lessons. I started following pretty regularly, and the next thing I knew…I was really becoming powerful.

That's basically all there is to my training. Mochizuki Sensei and I still keep regular contact (although you guys shouldn't know about that – or the cybernetic operation).

Later on I used my skills to take on a nosferatu named Kauskoff in a farm town just outside of where I live. It was great; he didn't even realize I was a master of Kyoe Randori. His form was awful. Let's just say the battle ended with someone getting staked through the heart, gagged with garlic and consecutively beheaded. And it wasn't me.

And that's all there is Abel. It's great to hear from a fan. If anyone else has questions, fan letters, or massive breasts feel free to drop me a message. And this time I'll totally try to answer it faster. Namely if you fall into the last category.

One Great Summer...

Hello curious citizens of America, it's me. The Hunter I. It's been a while, hasnt it? Well, I have a very, very good explanation for my absence. I've been on a bit of a vacation of sorts...except there wasn't much resting to be had. It all started in the beginning of July...

We had vacation plans to visit Washington DC. I was a little fearful of being so close to the Government's headquarters, but I finally agreed. After all, it's right by a lot of paranormal happenings. I'd like a goatman specimen, anyway. Please dont confuse him with Goatse. Moving along...

We stayed in an Embassy Suites in Alexandria, VA. The people there were less than happy to see me. Maybe because of my hair or maybe because of my aura of pure awesome. Either way, they seemed hormonal. And not in the good way. The hotel was pretty ritzy and the cook at the breakfast bar got really mad at me for requesting they fix the soda machine. Who seriously drinks orange juice for breakfast? Milk? Coffee? Mountain Dew is part of the Breakfast of Champions.

Also at the hotel was my good friend Jack Russel, Paleontologist/Author. He was actually in town to stop by Lab 7 at the Museum of Natural History. He hooked me up with some interesting stuff which I'll explain later. Also, I have reason to believe one of the lifeguards at the pool was a former member of the Nazi party.

The crazy thing is, though, quite unexpectedly, I was contacted by a group I'm not actually authorized to talk about here...well, call them Group X. They had an unusual Spectral Phenomenon. There seemed to be a ghost inhabiting a local area. Someone you're all familiar with. I'll let the picture speak for itself.

As you can see, I was able to capture the ghost on film. Unfortunately, there wasnt a lot I could do as far as exterminating a ghost goes. We tried pleasing it. Talking to it. We held a séance. Ouija board! Let me just say, Parker Brothers makes a really bad otherwordly-communication device. They eventually called in someone a little more knowledgeable on the subject.

I spent the rest of the day relaxing in my hotel room. I was really pooped, probably from all the ectoplasmic activity. I played Tales of Phantasia, if anyone is interested.

Well, I also got to see the sights of DC! You know, the Washington Monument. Lincoln Memorial. Uh...the war memorials. The White House. A bunch of guys trying to get you to join Scientology and giving out free personality tests.

I also saw war protestors. Oh, and the Mothman.

For some reason he showed up, and...Group X asked me if I'd help the settlement team. I agreed and we set out to stop him. It was really, really cool. I mean, how often do you get to shoot at the Mothman with a PSG-1? Very, very few.



I'm not actually authorized to tell you about what the negotiation said, but might I repeat myself? I got to shoot the friggin' Mothman.

Anyway, after my work on my field, they asked me to spend some time with them learning the trade. I couldnt pass! I ended up spending most of my summer there in training, but now I'm back home. And thats about all you guys need to know. I leave you with some great pictures.

Whale Week - Posers

There are two types of whales. The kick-ass baleen mouthed kind and the also-kick-ass toothed kind. Baleen is a sieve-like structure in the mouth of certain whales. They use this keratin-based structure to filter tiny, microscopic plankton from the water. Yes, the largest creatures on Earth stay alive by eating some of the tiniest. Toothed whales have rows of teeth. They're used for biting stuff. Like fish and squids. Also, they can use echolocation.

But what about, say...killer whales? I've got news - that's not a whale. Yeah, you heard me. Free Willy?

So never mistake a killer whale for a type of whale again. As for dolphins...*sigh*

Give him back!

I'm sure you clicked this expecting a story of alien abduction or kidnapping by the government. Alas, I wish it were so. Because I'm a vampire hunter and paranormal investigator (I'm for hire, just contact me) I feel I have the right to also inform you about related material. And all I can say is the Shadow Government sure as hell better decide to undo what they've had the WB do to our favorite mystery solving dog.

Now, some of you may be familiar with Scooby. Based on the real historic events of a stoned hippie and his 'talking' (most agree this was due to the...unique...properties of the two's favorite snack) Great Dane, as well as their three friends. You get the idea. They caught one guy in the woods wearing a crappy Halloween mask and soon they're deemed local heros. The next thing you know, Hanna Barbera wants to do a cartoon series. Why don't I have that sort of luck? I actually hunt the paranormal! (I'm for hire, just contact me.)

Now, here's why I'm complaining. Not because of Scrappy Doo. Not because of the recent milking of Scooby Doo. But because of where his new series, "Shaggy and Scooby-Doo Get a Clue!", is going. Read this:

"Shaggy & Scooby-Doo Get a Clue!, 10:00-10:30 am: Ruh-roh! Everybody's favorite quivering sleuths -- Shaggy and his lovable Great Dane, Scooby-Doo -- are back in a new adventure that will anchor the "Too Big For Your TV" programming block. In this comedy from Warner Bros. Animation, Shaggy and Scooby live in the bling'd-out mansion of Shaggy's Uncle Albert, solving mysteries with the help of a transforming Mystery Machine which, at the click of a remote, can morph into one of a number of modes of transportation. New Scooby Snacks infused with a top-secret nano-technology allows our canine hero to fly, become a towering robot or even turn himself into a giant magnet, which comes in handy as Shaggy and Scooby-Doo carry out their new mission: protecting the Scooby Snacks and keeping them safe from those who want them for evil. Shaggy & Scooby-Doo Get a Clue! is executive produced by Sander Schwartz and Joseph Barbera, co-founder of Hanna-Barbera, and produced by Eric Radomski."

Emphasis added by me. Yeah. What the Hell? And here's the source. All I can say is I'm disgusted. Also, did you ever notice that Velma had bigger boobs than Daphne? It's true, go look right now! Anyway, as always, I'm for hire and single. But only C cup or higher, please.

Step aside, Venus Flytrap...

I apologize for all the downtime. The Leviathan Cluster didn't update as well as I'd hoped. Then, after finally coming back online some type of electro magnetic anamoly put it back offline. And then the power went out.

I just thought I'd let you know, close friend of mine, Charles S. Fort, paranormal investigator, says a new species of plant has been discovered. He says it's likely what inspired the mandrake of history. He and its other discoverers, MacLynn Himsale (Eryptobotanist & explorer) and Rutherford 'Terry" Thotus (explorer) found the plant deep in the Amazon rainforest and have promised me digital photos or at least sketches when they get the chance. As such, this is exciting news. This is the first documented plant with a brain-like organ and vocal abilities.

Fort also assures me when his new Ectoplasmic Field-Point Inhibitor (EFPI), otherwise known as a Ghost Trap is complete, he'll be more than happy to let me advertise for him and post photos/research notes here.

A special presentation...

Sorry I've been gone, everyone. I've been busier than expected, upgrading the Leviathan Cluster. Unfortunately, that means a lack of updates and a lack of enlightenment for you people. Furthermore, I'm going on an outing today, to the outside world. While I'm at the lake, I have several things I hope to accomplish.

1. There's a field nearby. Hopefully I can meet some ETs.
2. There's a graveyard nearby. Hopefully I'll get some sweet ghosts on film.
3. There are people nearby. Hopefully someone needs me to slay some vampires and/or is interested in hiring me.

That's all great for me. But what does it mean for you? It means I won't be writing an entry today. Soooo...




I'm just kidding. I actually have a special story that was submitted by another source. As a big comic fan, I figured this was good enough to post here:

Superman was born in Cracow Poland on August 3, 1932. His real name is Super Manechewitz. In 1944 Super, his parents, and his 12 brothers and sisters traveled to the United States to begin a new life. When they arrived at Ellis Island they were forced to shorten their last name; Mr. Manechewitz shortened it to Mann. Not too long after their arrival they fell on hard times and young Super was forced to get a job at a news stand in the Bronx.

As he worked there, delivering papers, he would often write about anything he could think of and send them in to various magazines and news publications. Super delivered papers throughout his teens until he was 21 when he received a job writing periodicals and cartoons for the New York Times. On June 3, 1956 he spotted a girl in an alley being harassed. She ran into the street and was hit by a car. Super Mann then picked her up and ran her to the nearest hospital. He was proclaimed a local hero. After reading about Super Mann in the papers artist Joe Shuster and writer Jerry Siegel got their idea for Superman and the rest is history.

It's interesting, isn't it? You'll be amazed to find out Super did end up running into history's "Batman", though not the classic comic character you all know and love (Some of you love more than others. Then again, some of you wear retarded orange hats.) but the mythological figure and Other Worldly Deity.

Special thanks to Sir William Robert Sebastian Roles III for the excellent scoop, which made a great makeshift post today.

God, nothing for today...

Sorry to let you down, everyone. I was told I'd have sasquatch photos sent to me by a source I'm choosing to keep anonymous. Unfortunately, after receiving them, I found they were a hoax. That's too bad. I'm too tired to delve into my immense amount of knowledge now...so...um...