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08-08-2007, 11:35 PM
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But to be fair, Korean and Japanese folklore share a lot of common ground, probably due to the occupation of Korea by Japan way back when. Like, there's the toilet monster that was mentioned before, which grabs your butt and drags you into the toilet. |
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08-08-2007, 11:50 PM
Along with the Japanese kirin, which is also sometimes called the Chinese unicorn. But, which toilet spirit are you referring to? Hanako-obake or the filth licker, or the actually demon that lives in toilets? Because neither of the first two drag anyone inside a toilet.
The nue, well, for those who've played KH 2, the big boss during the second go at the Lion King world, that big thing it's a nue. The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
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08-09-2007, 12:01 AM
Ohhhh!! I know that one. There was an anime that featured it... I loved that anime.. I remember someone asked yellow just to be funny, and I think the spirit either let the person go, or pulled them in faster. I thought it was red paper or blue paper though. =\
The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock! Like a passing dream on a night in Spring. The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind. |
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08-09-2007, 12:04 AM
Actually.. I have to admit that everything concerning spirits, ghosts and dead people scares the f*** out of me. *shiver*
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08-09-2007, 12:09 AM
Aww, hehe. *offers cookies*
The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
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