Hello there, Kuro the Bartender here. I hope you enjoy this new line of drink series here today. Today’s drink is a drink filled with mystery, horror, and brutal violence. So this drink is meant for an audience of 18+. Viewers Discretion is advised: Contains mentions of Violence.
Today’s story is something I saw over the internet and it piqued my interest very very much. It’s the story of the Lost Anime Saki Sanobashi or also known as Go For a Punch. It’s a mysterious urban legend of an old 80’s or early 90’s anime OVA that might have existed. It was first brought up in a 4chan paranormal board in 2015. The person describes the anime they have seen on the deep web and how it was traumatizing to them. The title of the video was called Go For a Punch, or so that’s what they remembered the title being. The name Saki Sanobashi comes from a comment that was a guess to the name but not its true name, but for some reason it just stuck to it.
So what is this anime OVA about that made it scar this person. Well let me tell you. It supposedly was about nine girls who were locked inside of a bathroom and they couldn’t get out. They have a philosophical talk about not getting out and after losing hope they begin killing themselves. Clawing their throats out, one girl helps another girl drown herself, and one bangs her head against the floor and it busts open. They said it was highly graphic. And one thing that stood out to me was that they mentioned one of the girls had a white Hime Haircut. As someone who loves the hime hair style of course this piqued my interest. The anime was only like 30 minutes. And apparently it had no music but some ambient sounds to it. And it had an 80’s or early 90’s artstyle.
There are a few things about this that have everyone including me thinking. Did this really exist or is this some internet bullshit story to get famous or to start a rumor. If it is that route, then I will be very very pissed and very sad. But this has a very high chance of being real because this was the era of overly violent OVA’s such as Violence Jack, Genocyber, Devilman, ect ect. So this could have existed. Also this could be an amateur work that was sadly lost to time and the deep web. No one knows and hopefully one day it will pop up.
I know this isn’t a short story as you all know me for but I will be doing some fun new blog posts besides stories so I can expand. Including a new series called The Kuro Suffers Series, where I will be consuming the darkest and weirdest doujinshi, movies, anime, and will play dating games/Eroge. Of course I can’t show NSFW content on here but I will do my best to “nicely” say what the stories are about. I am doing this so you don’t have too. You’re welcome.
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Hello there, its Kuro the Bartender here. I have been working on this fine drink for quite some time and am gonna let you take a nice little sip before I fully finish this concoction. I do hope you enjoy this. This drink will make you feel like a shrine maiden who is stuck in a contract of a yokai.
The sound of sandals echoes through a foggy graveyard. A young woman in a Kuro Muji Tomesoda kimono is walking through the empty graveyard. Her zori slightly sinks into the damp earth. As she slowly moves through the eerily quiet graveyard, a gust of wind makes long dark brown hair flutter. On her left side of her hip is a black katana with a red ito and under that is a matching wakizashi. In her right hand is a large metal spiked club, slumped across her shoulder.
She freezes in her tracks as the earth below starts to tremble. A skeleton arm shoots out from the ground and grabs her right ankle. It yanks her violently down to the moist earth. Her club falls right beside her. Another skeleton arm shoots out from the earth and grabs her left arm. Their grip tightens as she tries to wiggle free. The ground rumbles more as hundreds of skeletons sprout out of the earth. They all straighten up and turn to the woman.
“Foolish Otome, you come here to my resting grounds with the murderous intent to slay me. Such foolishness. You didn’t think I, the Gashadokuro of war, would not feel hostility, your bloodlust, your insidious intentions. Such a foolish Otome. I am made from the bodies of the soldiers and civilians killed by war. Thousands have died, Otome. What is a human Otome even doing in this realm of Yokai?” A loud, deep voice echoes through the graveyard.
The ground violently shakes as a humongous skeleton arm bursts out from the ground. A monstrous skeleton lifts up from the ground. Bits of mud, grass, and bone fall from the Gashadokuro, who stands 25 meters tall.
The young woman stares up at the Gashadokuro. She winces as the two skeletons tighten their grip on her wrist and ankle. The Gashadokuro leans over towards the young woman.
“Such a foolish Otome, do you think that you can leave this place? Your foolishness has cost you your life. You shall become my food foolish Otome.” the Gashadokuro bellows.
The young woman grabs the wakizashi from her left side and draws it from the saya. She raises it up and chops down on her left wrist. She yells out in pain as the wakizashi only cuts halfway. Blood gushes from the deep cut from her wrist. The white bone peers through the crimson blood. She lifts up the blade again and quickly chops down, this time cleaving through her wrist. She cries out in pain as blood squirts of her severed wrist. She grits her teeth and rips her right leg from the grip of the skeleton. The skeleton’s bone fingers slice through her leg and blood runs down her leg. She struggles to get up and she sheathes the wakizashi. She bends over and picks up the metal spiked club. She swings aggressively and shatters the skeletons’ arms around her.
“Foolish Otome, you just cut off your own hand and are now bleeding profusely. You are truly a foolish Otome. Do you think that you could leave this place alive? You will most likely bleed out, but I will kill you before you. Tell me your name before I end your foolish life.” Gushadokuro said in a deep voice.
“My name is Chizuru Fukuhara. I will not try to leave nor will you kill me. I am here to kill you, Gashadokuro. You are my third prey.” she says in a calm voice.
Gashadokuro starts laughing, his bellowing voice booms throughout the graveyard. The hundreds of skeletons teeth start chattering as if they were laughing as well. Gashadokuro stops laughing and strikes his huge fist against the ground and quakes the entire graveyard. The skeletons stumble around from the quaking ground. Chizuru keeps her balance and stares up at Gashadokuro. The skeletons around her start falling apart and their bones start flowing towards the Gashadokuro. The bones float up and start combing into a set of Shogun armor.
Chizuru gulps and grips her spiked metal club. Blood continues to leak out of her severed wrist. Her pale face becomes more pale as she is bleeding out. She begins to slowly move forward towards Gashadokuro and takes in a deep breath. The Gashadokuro screams and stabs at Chizuru with it’s long pointy bone fingers. The long fingers rip through her stomach and lifts her up 10 meters and flings her down with tremendous force. Her intestines lay out of her body and blood gushes from the huge wounds in her stomach and back. She has trouble breathing, as blood is filling up her mouth. The Gashadokuro leans over her and stares at the dying maiden whose blood is pooling around her.
“Foolish Otome. You got yourself killed for nothing. You were not able to even hurt me you Foolish Otome. Why did you throw away your life like this? Who sent you to this realm of Yokai to kill me? It does not matter now. You are dying and now will become my food. Such a foolish Otome.”
The Gashadokuro reaches for her body to pick her up. All of the sudden Chizuru grabs the spiked metal club and strikes the Gashadokuro hand within a split second. It’s entire hand and even part of its arm shatters into pieces. Gashadokuro jumps back from shock and stares as Chizuru stands up slowly. Her intestines hanging out of her stomach starts to slide back inside her stomach. The wounds start to heal. Out of her severed wrist, spiders ascend down on a webs and crawl to her severed hand. They lift attach the webs to it and the webs connected to her wrist starts pulling the severed hand back to the wrist. The hand connects back to the wrist. She then takes in a deep breath and vomits out blood.
“How are you doing this Otome? How does a mortal human have the ability to heal like that and how did you have the strength to hurt me like this? What are you Otome!?”
Chizuru smiles and says, “I have killed Jorōgumo and Ōtakemaru. I have obtained the power of spiders and poison from Jorōgumo and the massive strength and weapon of Ōtakemaru. I am also immortal due to a curse from a yokai. She made a deal with me, Kill the thirteen head yokai of this realm and the ruler of Meido to claim back my soul so I can finally die and go with my beloved samurai.”
“How could you have killed Ōtakemaru? He is one of the most feared yokai in this realm. One of the Nihon san dai aku yokai. Who is this yokai that sent you to kill all of us? Answer me Otome.”
“Oh, I am no longer a foolish Otome? I can not tell you the name of the one who sent me but it does not matter anyway. I am going to kill you so you need not to worry about it.”
The Gashadokuro’s chest armor falls apart and turns to dust and repairs his arm and hand. The helmet then turns to dust and forms into a massive bone katana. It grits his teeth and takes a stance pointing the katana to Chizuru.
“You dare talk down to me Otome, such insolence. I can regenerate my body as well with all these skeletons. I will rip you limb from limb and get the name of the yokai that sent you to kill me then I will find a way to kill you.”
“You won’t be able to kill me, many yokai have tried, even I have tried. I am cursed to live forever until I kill everyone I was contracted to.”
“How unfortunate Otome, I will not give you my life so you can fulfill some kind of contract from a yokai. You shall be stopped.”
It raises its massive katana and strikes down at Chizuru with tremendous force and speed. The gust of wind blew her hair back and as it was about to make contact with her body, she quickly knocked back the blade with the club, causing it to severely chip the bone blade. She grimaces as the sheer force of the strike fractures her entire arm in multiple places. Part of her arm bone sticks out of the flesh, causing blood to spurt out of the wound. She quickly drops the club and pushes the bone back into the wound and it starts to heal. The Gashadokuro chuckles as it looks at the chipped blade.
“You may be strong Otome, but your feeble human body can not handle that power. Since you entertained me, I will allow you to leave. You would not be able to defeat me like that Otome. I also have numbers on my side.”
All around them, thousands of skeletons pop out from the ground. Many of them are holding katanas. Chizuru spins around and stares at all of them and gulps. The sea of skeletons all chatter their teeth, filling the entire graveyard with noise. She bends down and slowly picks up the club. She stands up points at the Gashadokuro with the club.
“I will not run away from this fight, I will end your life, the other head yokais lives, and then my own life. I will meet up with my beloved samurai in the afterlife. Nothing will stop me.” she says with a deathly serious tone.
“Such a foolishly brave Otome. KILL HER!”
The sea of skeletons swarm in on her. She takes in a deep breath. She bends her knees and crouches down.
“You are the foolish one Gashadokuro.” she says with a smile as the swarm closes in.
To be continued.
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Hello there, it’s Kuro the Demon Bartender here. Today’s special cocktail is one that will drive you into madness and have you stare up into starry sky.
I have heard that there is a village that lies beyond the forest that is hidden from the most folk. A village that very few people have visited nor want to visit. It is the village of Mirstone. I’ve heard the people there are mad with some sort of sickness. The people of the city warn others not to go there, since people who travel up there never are heard of again. As an author looking for a good book to write, this sounds like something that would help me come up with a creepy tale. A hidden village full of madmen would be a fun piece to write. But alas, i have no way to find the village. No one is willing to tell the directions of this place. And any questions asked of it, l receive the most heinous of looks and looks of fear from the people of this city. As if this village is cursed or taboo. The only info I got was that it is east of this city deep into the woods. There is no dirt road that leads to the village, you must travel by foot for half a day to reach this place. A village with no roads seems ridiculous to me. How does such a place exist in this day and age? Motor vehicles have taken over horses and carriages, how does a village survive without roads? Does it not get its supplies from the city that is by it or is it self reliant? This town sounds like a myth or some made up tale that people have made up to scare travelers like myself to stay out of the woods. I have also been told that at night, there have been sightings of bright blue lights glowing deep inside of the forest. But that seems very unlikely. No such thing is possible.
I gather a bag of supplies from the general store and I head off into the forest early in the morning. As I trek through the forest, I admire the trees and beautiful nature that surrounds me. The deeper and deeper I go, the fresher the air seems compared to the smoggy air of the city. The sounds of chirping birds and the wind through the trees relax me. It has been four hours of hiking and I have found something startling. There are many trees that have carvings of a formation of eight circles in the shape of a half hexagon. They are all over, as if they were a religious symbol. Thousands of these carvings are scattered through this area. As I continue my journey east, my blood turns more and more cold. More and more cravings are found on the trees but now there are new kinds. Ora in deos is inscribed on the trees along with the eight circle patterns. Pray to the gods it translates to, but what gods? Is it some kind of cult? What the hell am I getting into? I travel for another three hours, regretting it every minute as I find more and more carving into the trees. I stopped my trek as I found something truly disturbing. On a tree, a message is inscribed, This is the realm where the Tall Ones walk. I have no idea what it means and I wish not to know. It makes me very unsettled. But it means that I must be close to some kind of life. I travel for another two hours through the creepy forest of cravings and see buildings in the distance, poking through the trees as if they were hiding. As I was about to pick up my pace, I noticed something very odd. The forest is making no noise, and as I think about it, I haven’t heard any noise for the last couple of hours. Ever since I saw that message about the Tall Ones. My mind trembles at the thought of that.
As I rush into a clearing of open space, I enter the village. But I wish I never did, I wish I had stayed in the city. This whole trek was a bloody mistake. Nothing could have prepared me on what I just witnessed. It is of utter madness and Hell.
The eight circle pattern is dug all over the floor. And in each hole is a body of a person with their head split open as if something large bite it open. But that’s not the worst part. Each person was smiling, with some kind of foam coming out of their mouth. These bodies seem fresh and as if they were neatly placed in the holes, all facing the same way, looking up to the sky. I run to the middle of the village and see that the symbols are everywhere. And there are new ones. Etches of tall pear headed being with the eight circle symbol for eyes with long tentacles arms. The phrase Ora in deos is written everywhere with that damned eight circle symbol. And a new word is found, Thezl’kroz is also written amongst this madness. The sun is setting and I can not hike back to the city. So I run inside one of the buildings, hoping to find someone and to escape the horrors of the bodies and the smell of blood. But no such luck. The building is empty and on all the walls those damned symbols and phrases are written and etched. I shout out loud to see if I can get a response, but only silence returns my calls. Everyone in this hellish village is dead.
My heart beats in my throat and my blood is ice cold. Seeing all these symbols and phrases is driving me mad. I look out the window and see that the sun is almost gone. The village is getting dark. I find a lantern and light with a lighter I’ve been carrying on me. Luckily it lights and it illuminates the building. It seems like it was a house. There is a kitchen, living room, and bedroom. I check the kitchen and find food that seems fine. I eat it, in spite of not having an appetite from all the horror and madness I have witnessed. As I finish my meal I lie down on the bed and hope to sleep till morning so I can leave this hellish nightmare. Only like two hours pass as I wake up to the sound of ungodly screams. The screams blast through the forest and my ear drums. I run to the window of this abandoned house and see the most terrifying sight in my entire existence.
Tall grey beings that must have been twelve feet or taller walk out of the forest. They have large pear heads with eight eyes that are exactly like the symbols that were carved everywhere. Their eyes are glowing a light blue color. Their grey skin is translucent and they have long tentacle arms that end with long sharp claws. There must have been like thirty of them. They silently walk to the center of the village and form a giant circle. Their eyes glow extremely bright and there is a slight humming noise. The bodies in the holes start to float in the air, floating higher and higher, above the tall grey beings. The humming gets louder and louder. The stars in the sky get brighter and seem to start to circle around the full moon. The stars spin faster and faster around the full moon. Then the moon opened up and a being came out from it. Clear slime drips off this monstrous being, falls miles from the sky and lands with thunderous splats on the trees and crashing on the roofs of the homes. The bodies, oh god the bodies float higher and higher and that damned monstrous being eyes glow brighter than the spinning stars. Its head that covers the damned sky opens up vertically and shows billions of sharp teeth as big of mountains. The bodies keep floating higher and higher where they float up into its giant mouth. As the bodies float inside of the things mouth, it closes it slowly and a waterfall of blood rains down onto the floor and the tall grey beings.
I ran away from the window. My heart beating in my throat, I ran to the bed where my belongings were. I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a message on it:
To anyone who reads this: If you are reading this letter in the day, get the hell out of this village. Even if the sun is setting, leave right now. There are horrible beings that come out of night. They are not from this world. I have witnessed a truly horrible thing. Something that no man or woman should witness. Do not stay here at night. Please leave this village immediately. The village of Mirstone is a cursed village where other worldly beings live. The tall ones live here.
Daniel Stanford
I lay down this not on the bed and go through my bag and pull out a knife. I take in a deep breath and put the tip to my neck. My mind is broken and my soul tells me that I should take my life. I will never get this out of my head, it will forever be ingrained in my mind. I can still feel that damned humming through my body. Those eyes are burned into my retinas. All I can do is take my life. This is the only way I can find solace in my life. I thrust the blade into my neck. I feel my blood spurt out and my body slowly turns cold. My sight goes darker and darker. I can feel my life draining from my body. A loud sound of the wall crashing down next to me causing me to jump with the little bit of life I had left. One of the tall being’s head peaks through the collapsed wall and stares at me with its glowing eight eyes. I can barely feel its tentacle wrap around my dying body. As I fade more rapidly, one thought enters my mind. Ora in Deos.
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Hello there, its Kuro the Bartender here. Today’s special is a nice cocktail that silently brings shivers throughout your entire body.
Today’s Trigger warning is: Slight violence and light blood.
A thick blanket of fog slowly rolls over the cemetery, over the many headstones that seem long forgotten by time. The ground that is visible is illuminated by the full moon and starry sky. The grass is long and many weeds and vines are growing over the broken down headstones. The only noise that can be heard is the heavy breathing of a young girl who is around 16. The young girl is sitting against a headstone, holding the left side of her stomach. Blood is slowly seeping through her fingers. The girl’s face is pale and her light blue eyes are watery and full of terror. She takes in a deep breath and looks around the cemetery. As she turns her head quickly from left to right, her long brown ponytail flips around.
She knows the thing is still after her, that it wants to finish her off and eat her. She doesn’t know what the hell that thing is, but it’s not human or animal. It’s a monster, it has to be. She might not have a good view of it but it didn’t seem like something that exists in this world.
The young girl lifts up her light blue tank top above her belly button. There are two deep gashes on her abdomen. The blood seems to be coagulating in the wound, slowing the blood loss. She winces in pain when she touches it. She wants to scream out in pain, but she can’t for two reasons. One, she doesn’t want that thing to find her. Secondly, she is unable two because all her life she has been a mute, unable to talk or make noises.
She lifts herself up with the headstone she has been using as cover. She winces again as pain surges through her body. As she gets up on her two feet, she holds her breath and listens quietly. The sound of wind blowing through the trees and her rapid heartbeats is all she can hear. It’s too quiet. Way too quiet.
The girl starts walking across the graveyard, quickly looking all around, making sure she is alone. The fog is getting thicker and thicker as she goes in deeper into the cemetery. The only thing she can see is the illuminated gray fog. Panic starts to swell up in her again. How can she see if that thing is behind her or where she is going?
She picks up the pace and hurries down the unknown path. Her heartbeat speeds up and anxiety builds up. As she takes her next step, her foot doesn’t touch the floor right away. Her foot falls into a small hole and slams down. She loses her balance and falls down face first. She quickly gets up to her knees and frantically looks all around her. The foggy graveyard is still empty and void of any life besides the young girl. She struggles to her feet, a loud snap of a branch echoes through the graveyard. She jumps and starts breathing extremely hard, causing her eyesight to go all fuzzy and white. She can feel her terror wash all over her body, making it ice cold.
She spins in a circle to see what made the branch snap. There is nothing there besides the fog and gravestones. Her eyes dart around and then grow wide. Her jaw drops slightly and her face turns ghostly white. In front of her is a tall shadow figure that seemed 12 feet tall. It’s features are covered up by the fog. The only thing she can tell from it is that it is very tall and extremely thin. She blinks and the thing is gone. There was no noise or anything. She turns around and starts running at full sprint. From the corner of her eye she can see something beside her quickly following her.
An unworldly screech blast through the graveyard and something grabs her arm and lifts her up. She tries to scream but no sound comes out due to her muteness. She looks up at the unknown thing and freezes. It’s a tall grey being with smooth translucent skin, its smooth face is pear shaped and only has several eyes that are bright light blue. Its long spindly arms are tentacles with sharp claws at the end. Its long claws dig into her arm and blood leaks out. It’s eyes brighten up, lighting up the entire graveyard with a light blue light. The girl’s mouth opens and foam starts pouring out of her mouth. Her eyes roll back and her body grows limp. The bottom part of the face splits open vertically and reveals thousands of tiny razor sharp teeth. It raises the girl up to its face and bites into her head. The body twitches and blood gushes all down her lifeless body. The graveyard is all silent besides the sound of the being eating the poor helpless girl.
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