I enjoy creative writing and I had an idea when I made Crimson Fox. It's probably a re-hashed version of someone else's story I'm sure but to me, I liked the idea and ran with it. (If anyone else had this idea, I apologize as I've had this idea brewing for some time.)
"Good and Evil are a matter of perspective. No matter where you stand in life, make sure that you STAND."
Those were the words of Kenshiro Takahashi. My father, my teacher and my friend. Moving to Paragon City was a big move for he and I. His plan to open a school there to teach people to defend themselves. My plan was to play the good daughter and help teach and run the school. This is how it always was throughout my family's time. My father never regretted not having a son. I was special to him and after my mother died, I became his world.
No matter how bleak things seemed, he always found the silver lining. We never worried about much of anything. Life always seemed to take care of itself just like he always said. Having faith in one's self always seemed to matter more than anything and proved itself correct time and time again.
When we first arrived to Paragon, it was a beautiful city. My father started his school in a small area of a mainly Asian populated area. There were the trademark knick-knack stores, tailors, and restaurants. Everything you always saw in the movies were true here but business was good and the economy thrived. Good things never last forever though. Life must throw balance and for every good, there must be bad or the balance gets skewed.
It seemed to happen overnight as the Tsoo came in and took over territory. They walked around brazingly brandishing their tattoos as badges of honor. They were mostly lowlife thugs and cowards that only moved in small packs. Seperated they were nothing but they never traveled alone. They drove off a lot of the business and mostly demanded protection money, typical of the genre of this type of miscreant. They even were brazen enough to try to extort my father. Five men came in and acted like they owned the place. Within a few minutes, my father was dragging them out, unconscious to the curb where he waited for the authorities to pick them up.
Life went on from there. The neighborhood tried multiple times to band together but it wasn't in their hearts. Deep inside, they feared the Tsoo and fear is a weakness and a tool that the Tsoo knew how to manipulate all too well. There was a glimmer of hope though. The Champions of Paragon City had arrived.
Before we knew it, there were more super heros than you could shake a stick at. They drove the Tsoo's numbers down to an "acceptable" level. Of course, they couldn't be everywhere at once so there was the usual mugging or strongarming occasionally but there seemed to be balance once again. To maintain balance though, the scales sometime need to shift.
One Friday morning as we were cleaning the Dojo, we noticed a small band of Tsoo rough handling our next door proprieter. He was a kind man in his late 60's. He never spoke much but always came over around lunch with hot tea and a smile. He made silk lined Gi's for my father and I as a gift. He was a talented tailor to say the least and very much respected by my father. My father went outside to break up Tsoo and bring our neighbor back safely. I was never worried as my father was more than capable to handle the Tsoo but he wasn't prepared for what was to happen. Nobody was.
There was a huge flash of light and a sound of energy as something slammed into the sidewalk where everyone stood. Two of the Tsoo appeared dead, their bodies mangled and twisted from the force of the blast. I screamed for my father as I looked upward and saw a man with strange energy glowing aobut him. There was another blast, this time seemingly more concentrated and in what seemed to last for hours, streamed down and struck my father in the back. Mr. Li had been thrown back by the initial blast and appeared dazed and the rest of the Tsoo fled. I ran to my father's lifeless body as the "hero" lowered himself from his floating vantage point.
"That's less Tsoo to worry about. Where did the others flee to?" were his words. I screamed at him that he killed my father, an honorable man. Mr. Li was in shock and before anything else could be done, he flew away to chase down more prey.
When the Police finally showed up, they informed me that it was a mistake. Since my father was Asian, he was probably mistaken for Tsoo. They would look into the matter but there was no guarantee that anything would be done. Justice at it's finest had been served. My father was murdered and the killer would roam free.
My life ended that day. I cut my hair, sold all of the school's property and took my father's sword. I will not rest until the person that took my father from lies dead or behind bars. Absolute power corrupts absolutely and the scales had been tipped too far. Good and Evil are a matter of perspective. No matter where you stand in life, make sure that you STAND. My stand is here and now and woe be to anyone who stands in my way.
I enjoy creative writing and I had an idea when I made Crimson Fox. It's probably a re-hashed version of someone else's story I'm sure but to me, I liked the idea and ran with it. (If anyone else had this idea, I apologize as I've had this idea brewing for some time.)
"Good and Evil are a matter of perspective. No matter where you stand in life, make sure that you STAND."
Those were the words of Kenshiro Takahashi. My father, my teacher and my friend. Moving to Paragon City was a big move for he and I. His plan to open a school there to teach people to defend themselves. My plan was to play the good daughter and help teach and run the school. This is how it always was throughout my family's time. My father never regretted not having a son. I was special to him and after my mother died, I became his world.
No matter how bleak things seemed, he always found the silver lining. We never worried about much of anything. Life always seemed to take care of itself just like he always said. Having faith in one's self always seemed to matter more than anything and proved itself correct time and time again.
When we first arrived to Paragon, it was a beautiful city. My father started his school in a small area of a mainly Asian populated area. There were the trademark knick-knack stores, tailors, and restaurants. Everything you always saw in the movies were true here but business was good and the economy thrived. Good things never last forever though. Life must throw balance and for every good, there must be bad or the balance gets skewed.
It seemed to happen overnight as the Tsoo came in and took over territory. They walked around brazingly brandishing their tattoos as badges of honor. They were mostly lowlife thugs and cowards that only moved in small packs. Seperated they were nothing but they never traveled alone. They drove off a lot of the business and mostly demanded protection money, typical of the genre of this type of miscreant. They even were brazen enough to try to extort my father. Five men came in and acted like they owned the place. Within a few minutes, my father was dragging them out, unconscious to the curb where he waited for the authorities to pick them up.
Life went on from there. The neighborhood tried multiple times to band together but it wasn't in their hearts. Deep inside, they feared the Tsoo and fear is a weakness and a tool that the Tsoo knew how to manipulate all too well. There was a glimmer of hope though. The Champions of Paragon City had arrived.
Before we knew it, there were more super heros than you could shake a stick at. They drove the Tsoo's numbers down to an "acceptable" level. Of course, they couldn't be everywhere at once so there was the usual mugging or strongarming occasionally but there seemed to be balance once again. To maintain balance though, the scales sometime need to shift.
One Friday morning as we were cleaning the Dojo, we noticed a small band of Tsoo rough handling our next door proprieter. He was a kind man in his late 60's. He never spoke much but always came over around lunch with hot tea and a smile. He made silk lined Gi's for my father and I as a gift. He was a talented tailor to say the least and very much respected by my father. My father went outside to break up Tsoo and bring our neighbor back safely. I was never worried as my father was more than capable to handle the Tsoo but he wasn't prepared for what was to happen. Nobody was.
There was a huge flash of light and a sound of energy as something slammed into the sidewalk where everyone stood. Two of the Tsoo appeared dead, their bodies mangled and twisted from the force of the blast. I screamed for my father as I looked upward and saw a man with strange energy glowing aobut him. There was another blast, this time seemingly more concentrated and in what seemed to last for hours, streamed down and struck my father in the back. Mr. Li had been thrown back by the initial blast and appeared dazed and the rest of the Tsoo fled. I ran to my father's lifeless body as the "hero" lowered himself from his floating vantage point.
"That's less Tsoo to worry about. Where did the others flee to?" were his words. I screamed at him that he killed my father, an honorable man. Mr. Li was in shock and before anything else could be done, he flew away to chase down more prey.
When the Police finally showed up, they informed me that it was a mistake. Since my father was Asian, he was probably mistaken for Tsoo. They would look into the matter but there was no guarantee that anything would be done. Justice at it's finest had been served. My father was murdered and the killer would roam free.
My life ended that day. I cut my hair, sold all of the school's property and took my father's sword. I will not rest until the person that took my father from lies dead or behind bars. Absolute power corrupts absolutely and the scales had been tipped too far. Good and Evil are a matter of perspective. No matter where you stand in life, make sure that you STAND. My stand is here and now and woe be to anyone who stands in my way.