Konncihiwa honorable Artisan Farmers, I am Fujiwara Kakeru. My first name literally means Wisteria fields, a genus of woody, climbing vines native to Kusari. My parents named me after it because of where we lived on Planet Honshu; We were surrounded by fields and fields of this wisteria plant. My last name on the other hand, translates into flight, which from what my father told me, came from our ancestors belief that we evolved from the Peregrine Falcon, a species of falcon from the Old-Earth.
Whilst on the topic of my father, he was a farmer, a very noble and experienced one at that. Our home was right next door to the farm, so we always got to taste the wonders of his produce. However this all began to change, as im sure you were aware. With the opening of a Synth food franchise in the very town that my dad supplied his produce to, we were hit hard. At first it was only a small decrease in profit, but it gradually went further and further down, before my father was forced to sell his farm in order to make up the difference. But it did not stop there, because my father, the main source of our families income, had lost his farm we were unable to continue paying the high rent on the house. We were forced to downgrade to small urban house in the city centre of Honshu, surrounded and reminded of the very thing that brought us here in the first place, Synth foods. My father, who is now attending support groups, whilst battling depression and alcohol was never and still isnt the same man as he was. This "Synth foods" has ruined my life, taken away the house that I loved, and ruined my father. Now all I wish to do is help the other farmers, I do not wish for them to go through what I have gone through. That is when I heard about you, the Artisan farmers, I wish to join your ranks.
Konban wa Farmers of Kusari, my name, is Kyuto Sakar, the day has been long, the profits little, and the work treacherous. I intend this to be my last day on the farm for a long time. I Love the Empire, I love the Shogun, I love my nation. But I also reap the sowings of the corrupt polititians of our day...bringing in the "hot new thing"...."It will help establish better international relations", they say...They Lower Prices a Few Yin, And They Completely Destroy Our Lives, Our Economy, Our Crop...How is it that so many are so blind? I once lived in comfort...I had a fair house, enough to eat, employees, a huge farm, and we were happy...sure the work was Good and Hard, and the day was Good and Long... That is the cornerstone of a farmer's life! Now I work all day, break my back, sweat blood, and for what??!! a SHACK and a single cow??!! I am having to struggle to feed my family. The last time my food went to market was 5 years ago...when synth foods became popular in our area...I lost almost all my land because I could not afford to keep it up...I own 1/4 of an acre...surrounded by huge corporations of foriegn devils...Is that the promise of Kusari!!!???!! Is that what we have become!?????!?! I can Hardly clothe my own Children!!!!! These Foriegn Devils are killing our people! I'm Mad As Hell.....AND IM NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!...I shall try to regain my composure... I bring with me a few hundred Yin... a tank of fuel, and a utility ship which...I stole from the launchpad while the synth foods convoy was unloading. My pitchfork is ready, I am ready to serve my country...my people...the people of Kusari...Long Live The Empire.
My name is Kenji Takumi and I am seeking to join in this alliance of farmers. I lived and worked on the rice farm of my uncle for much of my life, and had hoped to continue to do so with my cousin for many more years. But with the outside pressure this farm was virtually stolen away. My uncle and aunt now work for Samura but not on a farm, instead traveling across Sirius working as Samura representatives on a transport. They have seen clearly the way the other Houses have chosen to live and it is despicable! I will not allow this to happen to my dear Kusari. The foreigners will be thrown out, and if not me then at least my children will have the opportunity to work the land again.
Where to begin? My story is like so many others here. I too grew up in the noble profession of farming, bringing life and sustenance to our people. And I too have seen the evils brought to us by the transport-load.
I learned to fly dusting crops on my father's farm. By the time I came of age it was clear that I could not support children nor could I honor my family by farming. I took to the stars, as so many have. I traded around Kusari space for a while until I met one of your number. I saw that there were those willing to fight, even to die, for the lives that had been taken from us.
I wish to join that cause. My father has passed on and his land awaits me, his only son. Let us fight for our land, our rights and our families!
I have grown and I have lived a short but tiring life. For years, I've spent my life as a fellow farmer, working to supply my family. It appears my story is common, yet the only thing we can do is unite as one.
I was born in 792 A.S, Planet Kyushu. My family has had a long history of farmers, and they all worked on the same farm, the farm we live on today.
When I was young, I didn't understand. I thought that farming was a thing of the past. Research and technology was what would move me ahead. I was ignorant, I was arrogant, but worst of all, I was blind to the beauty that I had often strived to find. The beauty that my anscestors before me had seen so well.
At 17, I began working for Samura Heavy Industries, as my brother had. I was a simple worker, mainly researching, developing and shipping Quantum Multiplexors. I lived peacefully, but I felt as if something was missing from my life.
As foreign companies continued to gather in Kusari, our profits on our farm began to drop. In the end, my grandparents were the ones who took care of everything. My parents signed up for the KNF, not expecting anything great to happen.
Then, disaster struck. My parents were forced onto the front lines, fighting Bretonia in the Leeds system. They fought honourably and died honourable, for the emperor and Kusari.
I was left with nothing. In my parents will, they left me the farm. My grandparents had passed away, and I had nothing.
Then, I saw the real beauty of farming. The sky. The grass, the crops and the fresh air... I saw what I had always desired, true beauty.
But everything is in danger now. With the war continuing to rage, foreign companies continue to drag our business down.
I have only one option left. I must fight.
As now I walk forward, seeking to advance. The Artisan Farmers Alliance offers me everything I yearn. To fight for my emperor, to save the beauty that is slowly dying.
COMM ID: Kara Kokuzoku
SUBJECT: The Alliance
LOCATION: New Tokyo
Konnichiwa sirs. Undoubtedly you already know of me, as I have flown alongside your pilots, the Artisans. I dont know what exactly you want me to tell you about myselfI have flown for the Corsairs for the past few years, working out of Yaren. I know there I had more respect than when I flew in Kusari, but there is little doubt that our house is in dire need of help blasted Gaijin. *mumbles* I realize that you may not think me equal as a woman, being even hypocritical in my actions. While I am no farmer, I do believe in defending our cultural values and traditions. Even so, I believe you cannot doubt my piloting. Youve seen the lifeless husks of Liberty tradeships I leave in my wake. While I am not expecting equal treatment, I do offer myself as a tool to the Alliance. As long as you value my contribution to the Alliance, I do not care of your personal opinions of myself.
Forgive me if you see me as more Corsair now than Kusari, believe me I have the best interests of our house in mind.
COMM ID: Kawazoe Akura
SUBJECT: Work in the AFA
LOCATION: <strike>My ship dammit!</strike> Sector E4 (New Tokyo)
I have heard of your <strike>pretty awesome</strike> wonderful group and your meaningful actions, and I wish to join, mainly to <strike>kill those f***ing bret-</strike> clear great Kusari of those <strike>annoying</strike> evil foreign cultures.
I believe that my <strike>guns,</strike> <strike>middle finger,</strike> <strike>rice dinners,</strike> <strike>backside,</strike> ship may be of great use to you in ridding Kusari of those <strike>bloody</strike> damned immigrants, I am a <strike>terrible,</strike> <strike>O.K,</strike> Fantastic shot and hope to punish invaders soon.
Lets <strike>hang</strike> teach them <strike>up and burn their flesh off</strike> a lesson then <strike>rape their corpses</strike> kick them out, this is our <strike>sh***ng ground</strike> home and they are not welcome with their <strike>tourist trinkets</strike> poison from beyond the borders.
Also I totally swear I am not insane.
Lots of love,
[font=Kunstler Script]Kawazoe Akura
P.S. I have lost my contact lens, if it shows up bundled with this message, please post it back to me in a small jar of salt water (not too salty).
Thanks.
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Konnichiwa my name is Miura Idumi. my Family being farmers who in the past few years two of my sisters Sakura and Kiori have joined Samura. my sister Sakura commanding the Ryuujin "Neko" and Kiori flying a Eagle as a escort fighter. After a few trips on the "Neko" ocompanying my sister i ran into snyth paste on a station, i couldn't belive that this garbage is what has caused us to stop farming, a pasion i hold dear to me, before our family started trading for Samura. As well as making Synth foods pay for there crimes as well as the dishonrable GC and Blood dragons who harrase Samura Vessels even after all the good they do for my family and the empire. They shall all pay for there crimes with there own blood.
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IS THIS WORKING NOW?
oh I think it is
Modern Technology! The bane of my life!
Anyway
Konichiwa
I have been a farmer all my life. But now, I cannot contain my anger any longer. I have been building a fighter in my back yard for a while now, and I wish to bring it into the service of the AFA. Its time to remove those dammned immigrants and their ships from our space, and time to protect our own, native, interests!
If you feel I can be of service, just say the word and ill put my ship into space!
Former leader of AFA (Farmers Alliance)
Former leader of [ALG] faction
Former GMG Trade Director
Retired due to career focus. Returned due to career de-focus.
Hey folks, a friendly, Out of Roleplay reminder. If you have any questions, comments, concerns, PM me, and not Zelot. That other guy is getting confused as to why he keeps getting PMed with questioned. Remember, Mr. Farmer McFarmeruski might be Zelot, but, he gave me this thing, so, PM me.
Thank you!
EDIT: THIS THREAD IS STILL CURRENT! IF YOU WANT TO JOIN, POST HERE!
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[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.
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