In the furthest Southwest corner of our world is a beautifully crumbling sim called Kowloon. I once spent several months ashore in a small cell-like apartment between Mongkok and Yaumatei (Waterloo), for there was someone I wanted to meet in Kowloon City. A dark, half-twilight seeped into every corner of that terrifying place, and it fascinated me.
I was not surprised to meet a Japanese water imp, or kappa, there today, who happens also to be an author named JunkDNA Watanabe. Strong yin forces pervade. A caped crusader and a man of steel (so they tell me) put in an appearance, and we conversed in English, Chinese and Japanese.
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