Okuri sat on his zabuton, chowing down on some small exotic animal he had never heard of, awaiting the 7:00 news that night. They were doing a special on him tonight. Okuri wasn’t vain, but he was…curious…as to what the rest of the world thought of him. The possibilities amused him. Cunning leader, or cruel tyrant? Crazy good, or crazy bad? Like it even mattered: He could rule through both fear and respect.

Without warning, his screen began to flicker. This confused him. Was he getting a bad signal? It couldn’t have been the weather, he had seen to that. No, someone was hijacking the signal! Okuri flipped through the channels, only to find more static. He settled on one channel and waited a moment, interested to see who was behind this.