Well, it seems odd for me to post a blog entry for a webcomic before the webcomic has it's first strip, but josh seems to be taking his time to get it just right, and I couldn't help it any more. Webcomic or not, I'm going to post. Firstly, my name is Ethan. To those of you who are wondering, no that is not a picture of me, so effortlessly ripping yet another shirt as my big dipper shaped scars (gained when my fellow training disciple viciously attacked me and stole my girlfriend) glow euphorically in the electric-firecloud skylight. That is Hokuto no Ken. Kenshiro. Or as hs friends like to refer to him; Ken. Ken is the star of "Fist of the North Star" a Japanese Anime about post apocalyptic America starring a man trained in Chinese martial arts attempting to regain his stolen love from his fellow martial trainee (And all around hair enthusiast) Shiro. Now, you may be asking yourself, why is Ethan talking about Fist of the North Star? Well, to answer you're question I believe that Fist of the North Star (now abreviated to FotNS) has quite a lot to teach us about multiculturalism, economics, living sustainably, and most importantly of all, living a good life. Take for instance Kenshiros interaction with the old man from episode 2 "The Deadly Fist of Lingering Regret! - The Future is Sighted in the Barren Desert!" In such difficult times as those Kenshiro decides not only to save the mans life by brutally killing three gang members instantly, then permanently damaging the eye of another by throwing an arrow into it, he volunteers of his own accord to send a 14 year old boy into dangerous gang territory, only to recover the old mans bag of rice seeds, a plant that requires copious amounts of water and specific soil conditions to grow! While many would read this as illogical writing and non sensical plot development all designed to obscure what is in essence a thinly veiled male power fantasy, I disagree. By not only willingly taking the lives of others to protect the sanctity of a bag of seeds that can not physically grow in the irradiated dust covered hellscape of the year 199X, but even going so far as to send a child he had met only one day previous into the lair of thugs who had just a few minutes earlier attempted to kill an old man for that same bag of useless seeds he had proven something to me. Even in the darkest of times, honor and loyalty will reign true in the world. Imagine then, in our time, this golden age of peace and civility what wonders of kindness and heroism must occur, and stare glass eyed into the sky in wonder as you contemplate what truly glorious events await you next; and you didn't even have to strike someone 100 times within a few shorts seconds, only for them to explode bodily and bloodily into the desert sands to do so. Thank you Hokuto no Ken.-Ethan
