This is my first blog.....ever. But it is a mighty blog none the less. I posed three epic questions to the ninja recently, under the name Drake, regarding frogs, fire and food. But upon the atempt to create a account I discovered that name to be taken. Distraught my natural reaction was to claim a human life in blind rage. Being alone at the time I had to actively search for a victim, fortunately and for just that reason I live next to a children's hospital. I don't condone killing sick children, it's just easier is all. After that stress releaving exercise I went about creating the rest of my acount. I then resigned myself to writting a mighty blog as soon as possible. I then came to another relisation: I had no prior experience in creating blogs. I decided that I had to undertake an epic quest to aquire that knowledge, it would not be easy. The fact it would be difficult again frustraited me so on my way out I paid another visit to the children's hospital. My journey took me far and wide and eventually lead to an ancient run down apartment complex. I saw the paint peeling off the walls, water gushing from the electrical sockets, and customairy dead junkies. It was then I noticed I was standing in my appartment. Enraged I lept out into the snow and made my way to the children's hospital. Unfortunately due to a rash of disappearances there recently, everyone had checked out. With no outlet for my aggression I declared to seek vengence against my friend and long time enemy Mike, the guitar villan. He was not there at the momment so I assumed by the tone of my echo he excepted my declaration. I then rose up out of the mud in front of his house, riding a seven winged ............hmmmm......ummm..... sea horse. Yes that's it. A sea horse named Sebastion. THE HERALD OF DOOM! I then lept from my mighty sea-steed (oh and if it isn't apparent by now that's my primary form of locomotion, leaping. Yeah, learn to love it.) And kicked in his front door. BOOM! then I kicked in a closet. BA-DOW! and then his fridge and the cubboards and any other compartments I could find. Since that seriously pumped me up I then proceeded to break the universe to create a sword of pure nightmares frozen in time. Screaming the name of my technique,(billowing fist. That's right. A fist that billows, learn to love it.) as is customary. I tore his abode asunder in a single mighty sweep of my blade. However upon close inspection of the rubble I discovered he was not home, I merely killed his family. Feeling a little silly, I left a note saying I was sorry and a twenty to cover the damages. Leaping home I decided I would simply write something mundane, claim that the blog is mighty and tell everyone to learn to love it. And here we are.