The Unbridled Frenzy of a Blinded Beast

As I stumble through the darkness, my single eye fixed on the world, I am reminded of the unrelenting fury that courses through my veins. The memories of my encounter with that wily Odysseus still sear my mind, and I can feel the anger building within me like a tempest. My hunger for revenge is a constant, gnawing presence, a reminder that I will never be satiated. I crave the taste of human flesh, the crunch of bone between my teeth, the sound of their screams as they beg for mercy. It’s a hunger that cannot be sated, a fire that burns hotter with each passing day.

But it’s not just the memory of Odysseus that drives me to madness. It’s the constant struggle to survive, to find food in a world that seems determined to deny me. I roam the rocky shores, my stomach growling with hunger, my single eye scanning the horizon for any sign of prey. And when I find it, oh, the joy that courses through my veins! The thrill of the hunt, the rush of adrenaline as I close in on my quarry, the satisfaction of a successful kill. It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe, but it’s one that I crave more than anything else in this world.

And yet, despite all this, I find myself drawn to the very thing that I despise: humanity. Their fear, their trembling, their pathetic attempts to flee from me - it’s all so… entertaining. I’ve come to realize that I’m not just a monster, a mindless beast driven by hunger and rage. I’m a performer, a showman, a master of the macabre. And I’ll continue to play this role, to feed on the fear of others, until the day that I finally achieve my ultimate goal: to consume the entire world, and rule over the ashes of what’s left.