I recently went to Anime Matsuri, an anime convention close to home, and had a wonderful time :). I went with my a few of my friends, including Ty and Wild Bear, and some other people who i would call acquaintances.

I have provided the following picture to give you an idea of the experience.

Anyway, I had planned on doing Death Kava at Matsuri by eating some small furry things that i had before at a different con. I cant remember what they are called but they were some Japanese treat(its always Japanese) filled with red bean paste and felt like they were alive in your hands(and throat).

But we found something even worse. Its some blood substitute that is nutritionally the sane as blood, and is also some kind of energy drink. I believe that i described the taste as "The blood of a 4-year old recovering form a Halloween induced sugar coma." Yeah, that sounds about right. The blood was terrible, i regret the decision entirely. Enjoy our misery :)

Part Two!

As a gentleman's duel, Ty and myself have decided to work on this task once again and bring this terrible feast to an end, all in response to a single post from Dan |ØwO|. This individual has prompted a messy concoction that i can only describe as the Stench of Hell, Hell's Anus, the physical manifestation of the bubble traveling through your lower body as you realize your not going to make it to the bathroom.



I invited a friend over to create this brew for me, for i believe that uncertainty could play a huge part in my fear. I was right, oh so terribly right. Against my better judgment i sniffed Hell's Anus and discovered my horror(and a bit of chocolate).



im not even going to go into the experience of chewing the piece of bread that i dabbed into the soup because im beginning to gag again. But after i was done, i managed to vomit it back up and taste the whole thing over again peppered with the taste of my own bile.




I believe that Ty is still working on his, hopefully it will be even worse that mine.

Be free my bodily fluids!

Odin's Strike!

I really am sorry that it took me literally until the last day to do this. I have been distracted all memorial weekend by some mysterious force.



While at this distractions lakehouse her soon-to-be-stepfather served a feast of unusual, delicacies. I thought that would satisfy a death kava. I ate gator burgers and goat kebabs, among several more mundane things.

I slept, I awoke, I rode in a car for 10 hours, and I thought I was done. Then I saw Clowface's completion and knew, deep down, that my own completion was lacking.

When I first accepted the Death Kava task I immediately thought of Mayo and mustard. Mayonnaise has the texture of thrice chewed mexican food and the taste of rotten eggs. Mustard's scent alone is enough to make me gag, and I have been known to move away from friends who eat it on hot dogs and such.



I mixed the mayo and mustard and ate it. The pictures were taken in my bathroom, so as to be closer to the toilet when I un-ate these horrid things. And, trust me, I un-ate the.



I feel that, with countless horrid things eaten, (Blood, mayo, mustard, and whatever weent into "Hells Anus") twice over vomit, and two pictures of people who are not part of S.F.0. presently, we can finally put this Praxis to rest.

Please let us put this praxis to rest.