When I am sick and can’t go to the doctor, I can rely on two people to call: Ginko from Mushishi, or Medicine Seller from Mononoke. Ginko’s the chill guy I’d love to hang out with, but I found Medicine Seller’s methods to be more appealing–he could diagnose if I am already dead in the first place (thankfully negative), or if my PC has spawned some evil spirit out of my lustful desires (thankfully hasn’t happened… yet). And he has a sword. Swords are cool.
So, content on swallowing those pills and trading porn, I was a happy, healthy man.
That changed all but a few days ago.
Me and a few friends were having Karaoke Night. One of them hit up The Sore Feet Song, which you might know as Mushishi’s gentle, mood-setting OP. I craned my head back, and reclined on the sofa as my friend sang.
After the first chorus, however, me and my other friends were immediately drawn back from our peaceful relaxation:
I stole ten thousand pounds, ten thousand pounds to see you,
Wait, what? I blinked my eyes, and slapped my ears with my palms to make sure my senses weren’t playing with me.
I robbed convenient stores ’cause I thought they’d make it easier.
What the hell. Also, why is the video showing footage of redneck bikers on Harleys?
I lived off rats and toads, and I starved for you.
I fought off giant bears and I killed them too.
I thought Ginko was already a quiet badass, but whoever knew he was this hardcore? Inside that backpack of his is undoubtedly a potent and deadly array of mushi to unleash at a moment’s notice, but that would be wasting those poor green little things. Ginko would rather punch that bear instead. Who needs a stupid sword?
So, I’m returning your pills, Medicine Seller. Oh, and take that ugly porn of yours with you as well. I don’t need it.
MAGIC is extremely gay. And I sang it.