Muramasa: The Demon Blade

Well, that's what the last few days of my life have been like. My name's Momohime, and before I had my body stolen by a blood-lusting spirit, I was just a little country girl living my life in beautiful feudal Japan. Since all this has happened, I really don't know what to do anymore, but hopefully getting things off my chest will help me deal with everything that's happened to me. Care to lend an ear?

First off I should mention that if you've seem me lately, you probably noticed that I didn't seem like myself. The demon that took over my body has gone on a wild killing spree from province to province, collecting swords (or getting another spirit to make a plethora of others for him), and basically offing a lot of people. Well, they haven't all been people, because as you might've noticed we've got a lot of strange creatures running around these days.

The odd thing is, I couldn't help but become entranced by the demon's deft swordplay. He would switch between three swords at once without breaking a sweat, and the variety of his movements and attacks was really impressive. Occasionally I'd grow tired of watching him fight wave after wave of sumurai, demon, imp, or any of the other countless other things that got in his way, but there's not much else to do when you've become a wispy spirit along for the ride.

I should also mention that before I was possessed, I didn't get out much (the BF was kinda possessive). You can imagine my surprise when I saw what lay waiting outside the boundaries of my home: Golden yellow fields just before dusk, snowy mountain slopes awash with the last cherry blossoms of the season, verdant forests where you could almost taste the small rays of sunlight that slipped through the trees. It was breathtaking. My only qualm with the demon was that he never really veered us off the beaten path, for the most part we were always trying to get from point A to point B; I would've loved to take in the sights more.

Along the way we met a young samurai named Kitsune, who had lost his memory and was also on an unexpected journey. From our brief meeting I could tell he was also handy with a blade, and I also found out that he had experienced and seen many of the places I had been. Lucky for him he doesn't have a damn demon stuck inside his body. Well thanks for listening, I feel a lot better now. I have a feeling that if you want to find out anything else, you'll know where to find me.

Love,
Momohime
(and Andy Burt)