Brief Author Bio:

Once upon a time, there was Jorge. Forgotten to everyone, well... not everyone, because then he wouldn't exist, but most of the people around him.
He shared anime love to everyone that wanted to hear it, that was interested or just didn't care that much. Because he knew, deep in his heart that anime was good, a side of life told by a different way.
But one day, a weird day, a day that looked like doom's day, a magical sword appeared, seconds after it transformed into a monkey robot.
- Wow- he shouted as he came closer to the sword. Then, he thought "No, I cant get closer, I bet I'm going to get killed, just like any anime. But, if I survive maybe I get supernatural powers, maybe magical type... who knows..."
And he did, instead of leaving it alone, he came closer... more closer than anyone would at that moment.
Macro seconds before he touched, ghosts appeared around scream before leaving.
And anyone would have thought that, like in some anime, nothing would happen. No, that moment after the ghosts left, the monkey spoke a weird language.
- Cool, what else can you do, can you teach me that language?
The monkey nodded and disappeared.
After he got home, he saw it. The monkey was a tattoo in his leg, he couldn't show it, his mom wouldn't allow it.
He tried to make magic, because he thought "If I cant take it off, the best thing it would happen is that I do something... something awesome". But nothing happen.

That's my story, I have a fucking monkey tattoo on my leg and I cant do anything more than normal... wait... maybe... maybe I can talk that weird language...

Holaaa misss amigosss

MAN! I don't want to talk Spanish... and with that ascent... NOOOOO,
（￣へ￣） I liked my ascent before this one... Now I'm like a pocho...