A tale? or my obsession over Japanese made weapons?

I might as well get started by talking about something besides just living that crappy introduction... ok lets see...
I like swords in all their forms. I admire all the skill that it takes to make them, however, what has interested me the most, is how the japanese blades turn out. Their Smiths of old would make the blades by first going to a shrine and making an offering to the gods if i remember correctly... then they would only wear white robes as well, because the creation of a blade is suppose to be some kind of holy thing... They then work none stop with all the smith's assistants, they make the blade by folding steel over and over and compacting it, which is why Japanese Steel on a blade is so hard to break and why they can almost smoothly sever the limbs of any man. The Japanese blades are Holy until they first taste blood, when that happens, it is believed they will never stop thirsting for it. my favorite type of japanese blade is the katana.

Yes this is a kind of history lesson of this world, but hey, i don't feel like telling you anything of another world just at the moment... if you hadn't read before, i've got a bad headache right now, so it hurts to even try viewing other worlds. If I could only but find some soda of any kind this withdrawl will go away and maybe I can tell one... But in this case at the moment i'm going to have to just stick to waiting till tomorrow, or whenever my head stops throbbing.