Island of Fojiyumo

I am finding the part of me that is Laura Kroft:  Tomb Raider today.  I watched the film while I was doing my Magical mountain of laundry.  I now venture out to see the vultures that can lead me to the carrion of society.  Maybe it is just chips and salsa for now.  Every day is an adventure when you journey in the VILLAGE of Columbia Heights.  It is a royalty destination and Blue Eyes is its king.  I am a fair maiden and Mystical Queen of Death Marauders, seeking the mystical bullion of a Spanish freighter that once wrecked off the coast of Central Ave.  The map says that under McDonalds lies a secret tomb of myself that can bring me to Apocalyptic Change.  People will finally the mystical face that I displayed on Oahu to the Japanese.  Maybe I was death, but it was all for the love of dynasties like my family.  I create a new dynasty now.  No more can family be a given in the corner of God.  All children born, except me, at Tripler U.S. Army Hospital were Japanese, and were born dead.  They were then devoured as a delicacy by the Japanese, especially their feet, that inhabited the island in spades.  My surgeon, Dr. Yoshimoto, was also a royal butcher of these dead infant souls.  His ship sails back to Okinawa today and then on a long voyage to Honshu for questioning and death sentencing.  Japanese hated Japanese in that day, but I made masks, to tum polls, and maps anyway.  I am PHOENIX, not dragon.  I will rise and the fire in the sky will leave you all breathless and blameless in your eyes.  It will keep the whole world from courts, as you all sit docile for sentencing.  I bring along my samurai sword forged in the flames of the caves of a mystical island called Fojiyumo.  Together, the Japanese and I, will discern the land between the living (under mystical control by King Honyu) and the dead (under material control by Prince Uno).  The glass field between these two realms in the ice that they master, very internationally.