One of the reasons being a monster is not all that fun all the time as it could look from outside is the LOOP! Never ending series of encounters, most of them with a shorter and shorter lifespan. Either vaguely similar to stories that you did not give a piss about, either exact copies of past ghosts that haunt you still.
The down side being that you already know the whole story. from beginning to the end. The loop, being a loop, comes back and is just like the one before it. And when a truly new story comes along, the excitement is so big that you might just mistake it for something else. After all, there's still some human side to you somewhere in there.
The monster will feel something, will make her aware of that, but when he will hurt he will strike without mercy. Because mercy is the only thing he will not ever demonstrate either from his human or his dark side. When the story is no longer new he will hit.
Bite!
24/02/2009
09/02/2009
New age
Going through every day consuming everything and everyone in your path has started to not give you the energy you need? Finally, you have succeeded to enter the adult life of the monster. The beginning of it anyway. Quite far from maturity, still not yet prepared to do things an experienced monster should. The humanity you've recently tasted and enjoyed has left you more confused than before, also a lot emptier.
Now being the monster you were before is not enough. the game becomes more sophisticated, while, at first sight, nothing much has changed. Your methods might have changed. Your emphasis might have changed. You on the other hand are the same human-like monster questioning his monstrosity every second, grasping with final breaths of normal air to a side of you that does not really exist anymore.
The human died. There is no more hope, the delusion of trying to be someone you are not. You've met your monster. You lost her. Now it's just you and whoever comes along next. The speed you're going to start collecting souls will only be matched by the work you will perform once back home, in hell.
Consume!
Now being the monster you were before is not enough. the game becomes more sophisticated, while, at first sight, nothing much has changed. Your methods might have changed. Your emphasis might have changed. You on the other hand are the same human-like monster questioning his monstrosity every second, grasping with final breaths of normal air to a side of you that does not really exist anymore.
The human died. There is no more hope, the delusion of trying to be someone you are not. You've met your monster. You lost her. Now it's just you and whoever comes along next. The speed you're going to start collecting souls will only be matched by the work you will perform once back home, in hell.
Consume!
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