y'know what kills me? death...

ya know what kills me? what really, really kills me? i'll tell you.

it's how people come from little cells that split and grow and multiply via division, somehow ending up as those wonderful, goofy, amazing little organisms called kids, only to keep on growing until their cells run out of steam and start to die off, eventually causing whole organs to cease functioning properly and ultimately leading to bodily death, leaving an empty shell where there once was a human being.

that's what kills me. that's what makes me want to stop everything and just sit down and cry. i'm a total bleeding-heart; go ahead and call me a baby. i might, however, gouge out your fucking eyes and piss into their empty sockets if you do.

it's something like the essence of humanity. the humanity of humanity. we are generated; we degenerate also.

i think i may need to have a little sit-down with my mitochondria.

a what? eshu?

What kith are you? Find out here.

The eshu wander the entire world, following the path of their own fate. They get to wherever they're going at the best moment, and the trip is always exciting. They live for adventure and the new; the moment for them is always now, and cowardice is shameful. Eshu have an extremely personal sense of honour. They follow their paths with style and flair, sampling each new culture and quickly blending in with the locals. The wanderings of the eshu are legendary; probably something they've seen to themselves, as the eshu are consummate tellers of tales. Indeed, they learn through their tales, gaining experience both through the telling and the achieving of feats of legend. They often see themselves as the central characters in some grand play, be they hero or villain they play their parts to the hilt, no matter the cost or how reckless the action. They'd rather go out in a blaze of glory that will fuel stories for centuries to come than live in ignominy. Besides, as changelings, they'll simply be reborn.