The Celebration: I get to go home
Finally, I’m leaving this god forsaken, uncultured mountain. These incessant fools have no technology and no reasonable trace of civility. Luo and Ma were fools to believe I actually respected them. I was just using them to get back to the city, back to civilization. The highlight of my departure was when I, along with a few villagers shoved that filthy beast off the mountain into jagged rocks. Slicing its throat gave me a warm feeling inside but I showed deep respect for this animal that has wronged me. I loathed the animal for breaking my glasses, rendering me weak and defenseless in the face of those two blubbering nitwits.
Following these ancient traditions was inherently stupid. I found myself forced to drink the congealed blood of this mess of an animal. Back to the celebration. It was rather festive and I enjoyed my time for quite a while. The food had a delicious aroma but the entire time, my stomach was wrought with discomfort from eating the blood. It makes me sick just thinking about it. I endured it for a while… My mother bought the service of five sorceresses and they did a little dance of nonsense, warding away demons and such. One of the old hags read my left hand and blabbered on about it. I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying because she was spitting right and left and her pronunciation was hindered by her old, rotting teeth. The rest of the banquet was rather uneventful… until the blood of the buffalo got revenge…
This mountain sucks.