Wolf carcass on the path this morning, cart tread on burst stomach. This land is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The shrines are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their danmaku and murder will foam up about their waists and all the shrine maidens and youkai will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "Woof."