Monday, August 11th 2008:
I should have seen this coming. The Zyurangers, that one Magiranger and that Magiel, they all looked Asian, but they spoke my language pretty well. I didn't question that, probably because we were all in the realm of the dead, where the rules may not be the same as in the realm of the living. But anyway, despite their Asian looks, I didn't anticipate that, of all places, they'd drop me off in Japan. The one dangerous area for me, a Westerner, to be, and they decided to drop me off here.
When I decided to leave that alley where I was dropped off, I tried to recognize the surrounding area. There were only Asians in the immediate vicinity, and all the arrows and signs were in Oriental kanji. I had to hear some people say things like "konichi wa" and "arigato" to know that I'm in Japan. I tried to talk to the people, but they either hardly understood me, or I couldn't make out a word they said, or in the worst cases they felt threatened by my approach. I was lucky to find a pizza-place around here, where the owners have some knowledge of English. The owners in question, were Italian, and despite them owning a pizza-place, they were always dressed for an other type of work (carpentering, plumbing, I don't know). The only reason they are at all accepted in this country is because they speak the local language quite well.
The night wasn't exactly a quiet one either. At a time I saw someone who wore some kind of belt, that would allow him to transform into some kind of dark... vampiristic thing. Sorry, I don't know how else to describe him. There were even moments that I thought to have seen similar ones in the mirrors, while I didn't see anything that would cast such reflections. It was all so weird, I decided to go to sleep, immediately after those Italian guys offered me a place to sleep. By the way, now that I think of it, the owners were brothers, called Mario and Luigi Jumpman. Their first names are Italian, not so sure about that last name, though.
But anyway, they told me that there may be an easier way out of Japan. All I have to do was go into this pipe they've got in their cellar, keep going straight on, and I'll end up somewhere eventually. They didn't tell me where exactly, but they did give me a bag of things (a feather, a star with a face, a flower, a puppet frog, raccoon and soldier) which may come in handy while down there. So either I go through Japan and risk certain death, or I go down to Terra Incognita and risk a fate unknown. And why did I think of using such words? Anyway, I'd much rather risk going through Japan than going through a place that they wouldn't want to describe in detail. But they were at least generous enough to give me a map, so I'd know where I am.
So anyway, I'm somewhere in a place called Shibuya, if I'm not mistaken, having finished eating something called "menchikatsu" (I asked someone to write it down for me). I'm not sure of how I should describe it's taste. But after seeing the things I've seen, I could eat anything. I saw people carrying around balls that contained monsters, I saw kids accompanied by monsters (which unlike the former ones could talk), I spotted people like that vampire thing I saw before, except that they changed into something that resembled grasshoppers, not to mention the giant monsters I saw. At one point it was a giant robot, fought by another one that were giant police-vehicles at first, combining into one giant robot, where I couldn't help but notice it was marked with the letters S.P.D. for some reason (after CIA, FBI, TEC and others, now SPD). At another, I saw other vehicles that had faces of animals, fighting something that heavily polluted the air, by the looks of it. Not to mention that I spotted something else, that looked like a lizard, that was fought by something that looked as though it was human-sized at first but grew into something larger. I know, I always wanted to see giant monsters, but seeing so many of them in one day, it's a little too much. If that wasn't bad enough, I saw a young couple, using some kind of device on their knuckles to change into armored people. They sort of reminded me of those people that attacked me back in California. That's when it hit me. I remember to have seen people like them before, and I was right. In the better part of the past thirty years, I've seen people like those on the news, and always were they in or around Japan.
Meanwhile, as I was writing that last sentence, I saw something flying in the skies. It looked like very tall pale man, dressed in black, with bat-like wings, who did seemed to stick around this guy. Funniest bit is that I seemed to be the only one seeing it. Why doesn't anyone else? Or does nobody else care anymore, as monsters appear to be mundane around here?
One way or another, I ended up in the woods, where a group of other colorful people (who weren't in spandex suits, or at least not when I first met them), who seemed to recognize my need for adventure. Don't know where that idea comes from. I mean, all they see is a man with a backpack, a Swiss knife and a journal, and I for one wouldn't say that I'm looking for adventure, as I wouldn't even dare to venture into a pipe in the cellar. I was lucky that at least two of them knew English, so I could tell them that I'm just a tourist travelling around the world. That they noticed, which is why they thought I'm looking for adventure. So anyway, they offered to help me, by allowing me to stay in a room of theirs. That room is in the SGS museum. Funny, as I didn't know that SGS was invested in Japan as well. But anyway, if they say that adventure is more my thing than anything else, then I know what I should do. I mean, I've always been in a factory, taking care of dirt, while there's more in the world than a stupid factory. When I return home, I'll quit my job and try to get a job at SGS.