We’re back! And geekier than ever

Hello, everyone! The Ninja Gang is back, and geekier than ever.

Raven and Zephyr have both completed their first year of college, T. is attending art school, and Hugo and Thomas have each turned a year older.

What are we up to? Well, we have a lot planned for this summer. And I, Raven, will be detailing most of it on this blog. You can look forward to more regular updates about our exciting adventures. Here is our itinerary, as far as we have planned it.

1) Pathfinder – that’s right, the Ninja Gang is now a Pathfinder group. Zephyr is our GM and Raven shall be keeping a campaign journal, which will be  updated on this very site! Hurray!

2) The Ultra Awesome Mega Super Sparkling Shiny INTER-GALACTIC Radical Stupendous chocolate-dipped Geek Tournament of Olympic Proportions II.  Revamped! That’s right, we’re doing it again, and with new categories and some additions to the contestants. This will happen some time in July.

3) Rafting. You may or may not hear a dramatized version of this, depending on how adventurous it turns out.

4) Camping. The Ninja Gang shall be taking a camping trip to have an adventure in the wilderness, just the five of us, a car, some tents, and probably some yucky food.

That’s all for now, but the first Pathfinder campaign journal should be up soon.



Ninja Gang AMVs

So T. and Raven both make AMVs. Here are a few of them. They’re nothing spectacular, but T. won the AMV contest at Anime Oasis last year (2012), and again this year (2013). Raven won second place this year.


This was the one that won last year.

And this won this year.


On vimeo because youtube is ridiculous about copyright.

This one placed second (2013)

And this is Raven’s latest.

The Death Glare

We recently decided that we were each going to write articles about each other, to give our throngs of readers insight into our characters that they might not otherwise see. As Raven already wrote about Thomas, she gets off easy. And now it is my, Zepher’s, turn to write about my fascinating companion, Raven. (Actually, T gets to write about me. How scary. If she insults me, I think that I will kindly ask her to stop. Like that will do any good at all.)

So, about Raven (and I better make this entertaining, or else it will get boring, and no one will read it, and they will care even less about Raven then they already do. What a lot of pressure…)

She likes anime. Yep. Oh, noticed that already, did you? You abominably clever people. Now I’ll have to come up with something else, dang it. Well, Raven looks all kind and nice, but the truth is that she has something that we like to call the Death Glare. It’s capitalized because it’s on par with an official Anime Attack. So, the Death Glare. She does this thing where she makes her face all, well, you really need a picture to appreciate it. Actually, you would probably need to be on the receiving end to appreciate it fully. Trust me, it’s plenty scary, and she’s never actually used it on me.

It’s main use? Little kids. This may sound awful, but hold on, let me tell you the whole story. Raven doesn’t like little kids- she calls then little snot machines, and other pleasant names like that. She says that they’e sticky, loud, stupid, and they make a mess of everything. Now, I don’t agree with her- I think little kids are great- they’re fun, energetic, and completely honest. But my fondness for little kids has led me to become a bit too… embroiled in their affairs. Now, all the little kids of our school consider it their sacred duty, given to them by Barney himself, to chase me around whenever they see me. Annoying, right? Especially when I’m carrying Lenny* or something. So when Raven and I are there eating lunch, minding our own dang business, the little kids come in and try their best to ‘tag’ me. Which consists of hitting me. While I’m eating!!! Not good, right? So Raven uses her fearsome Death Glare to warn the little twerps away. So it does come in handy, even if it makes the little kids, shall we say, wary of her.

Want to know the really amusing part? Since little kids never actually pay attention to someone’s face or what they’re wearing, they often mistake Raven for me. I think it’s the hair- brown (surprise!) and about the same length. So they’ll want to come talk to me (the older ones. Yeah, I know, the older little kids. I have a lot of friends inside their ranks, okay?) and they’ll end up tugging on Raven’s sleeve instead. Now, I’ve never actually seen this happen (if I was there, the LKs would obviously come talk to me- duh), but I’ve heard her complain about it a bunch. I just think it’s hilarious, and tune her out. Raven, don’t get mad when you read this.

Anything else you all want to know about Raven? Too bad- this document is already around seven hundred words (my, I’m prolific sometimes), and I haven’t even gotten to the conclusion.

The big huge awesome amazing super awesome- used  twice because it’s so awesome. Three times, now- conclusion.

I fart in your general direction!

Hah hah! I remain unvanquished!!!


*Lenny is the name of my stupidly frustrating computer. I don’t get along well with him at all- he has a rather inflated opinion of himself. Actually, I don’t think that people in general are really his thing… He hates them all (I’m pretty much the only one who can actually deal with my computer). Lenny and I have… a working business relationship, and a rather cold one at that. Though I do have a vested interest in his well-being, having so many of my super duper important documents on him, after all. So when we’re traveling, I buckle him into the car. My dad accuses me of having anthropomorphic tendencies. And you know what I say to that?!? Well, yes I do.

Conspiracy Theories!

Breaking news! Among the thousands of millions of followers of the blog, a select few have formed a conspiracy theory group. (Who doesn’t like conspiracy theories? I do!)

What are they saying? Get this–they think that Thomas doesn’t actually exist.

You know, I don’t really blame them. After all, he hasn’t shown up yet. Right now he’s just the mysterious hooded figure who, according to the rest of the Ninja Gang, supposedly exists. I mean, all that’s been seen of Thomas so far is this one, somewhat nondescript, photograph:


Sure it’s only been a few days and he has a busy schedule (so do the rest of us, but we work our way around it for our adoring fans), but that doesn’t mean we made him up.

Never fear, my friends! I shall prove to you that Thomas exists. In order to silence the raging masses, I shall bring the evidence you so deeply desire to the table for your edification. Here are several eye-witness accounts of sightings of Thomas in the real world.

Susy Evergreen: “I met Thomas once, back in the second grade. We used to be in the same class. I remember he drew a picture of our teacher on the white board!”

Hillary Minirva: “Hmm… never heard of him. Are you sure that’s his name? No? What is his name, then? Oh, confidential, I see. So he’s a spy. Yeah, I saw him. There was a distinctly spy-like person on eighth street yesterday.”

Bob Hobberfortz: “Oh yeah! He bought a candy bar from the convenience store I work in, yesterday. That man fit your description perfectly. Dark-haired, wearing a hoodie, and his identification definitely said ‘Thomas.'”

Luis McNoodlin: “I met Thomas boarding a rather suspicious boat called the Prospero. He was clutching a newspaper and looking about shiftily. Yes, I’m sure he was Thomas! When I asked him his name, that’s what he told me! “

As you can see, Thomas clearly exists. You’ve been provided with photographic evidence (that is most certainly Thomas and not another person of relatively the same description) and quotes from real sightings of the actual person. If that’s not proof, I don’t know what is! Now stop all your doubting, people. I’ve meet Thomas (in fact, I gave him that name) and he most surely exists, and we certainly didn’t make him up.

Good day,


Introduction to the Ninja Gang


Hello, all!

Or rather, hello one or two people who might stumble across this. Welcome to our humble page. If you like it, stay and read it a while. It won’t take long, since this is all there is (for now).

Anyway, the Ninja Gang is a non-profit organization for stranded ninjas. We take donations to help fund activities through a link at the bottom of the page. (Good luck finding that.) Though if you do find some way to send us money, we will take it, thank you very much.

We’re non-profit because we don’t ever do anything to get money. Just kidding about the whole stranded ninja thing. We’re just four geeky kids and one geeky just-turned adult. We have our own area of geeky expertise.

  • Raven: I’m the adult! If you look in our picture, I’m the brown-haired one. Since only one of us doesn’t have brown hair, you’ll have to guess. (Hint, I’m wearing red.) I’m the writer of the group. I’m currently working on a novel (This is not my first attempt. I’ve finished a few drafts before.) Like everyone in our group, I’m into anime. I love corvids and dogs. In fact, if I were a ninja in Naruto, I would be of the Inuzuka clan. (That’s another hint in the picture.)
  • Zepher: I’m not an adult. Almost, though. In the picture, I’m the girl in the blue shirt with the interesting expression. So, my specialty is reading. I read everything from shampoo bottles (when I’m bored) to political commentary articles (when I’m really bored). However, my absolute favorite is fantasy. Any type of good fiction, really. I’m not all that enthused about non-fiction (unless it’s really really good). I’m also into shounen anime, and I love dragons. I despise modern music and listen to celtic and folk songs. If I were a ninja in Naruto, I would be in the Nara clan. Even though my headband is from the sand village.

As the rest of the ninja gang is not here right now, they will not be introducing themselves. In the picture are T. Sora (second from the left with the rogue rain headband) and Hugo (far right with the garish orange shirt). Not in the picture is Thomas (his schedule is hard to coordinate with, dang it.)

*Please note that as we have not consulted Thomas, Hugo, or T. Sora about their monnikers, they are likely to be changed in the future. Thomas and Hugo, if you are reading this, don’t kill us.*