The Bloody Orgy of the Damned

As I strolled through the desolate wasteland, my wooden hammer at the ready, I couldn’t help but think of the next poor soul to add to my collection. The smell of rotting flesh and the screams of the damned only fueled my insatiable hunger for human flesh. I’ve been around for 787 years, and my taste for blood only grows stronger with each passing century. My victims often beg for mercy, but I show none. I delight in their terror, in the way they tremble at the sight of my grotesque form. It’s almost… intoxicating.

My latest conquest was a group of brave warriors who thought they could take me down. They were wrong. I ravaged them, one by one, until they were nothing but a pile of broken bodies. The look of horror on their faces as I devoured them whole was music to my ears. And when I was done, I took a moment to defecate on their graves, a twisted gesture of contempt for the weak. It’s a ritual I perform for every victim, a reminder that I am the one who reigns supreme in this godforsaken world.

Some might say I’m a monster, a beast without a conscience. But I know the truth: I’m a woman of many appetites, and my love for the finer things in life - fresh meat, rough sex, and the screams of the damned - knows no bounds. I’ll continue to roam this earth, leaving a trail of death and despair in my wake. And if you’re lucky, you might just become my next meal. But don’t hold your breath, for I am Ogress *, the one they all fear.