HoGW Special: The Just Beast

Today I cry foul

Tonight I seek redress

Retribution. Revenge.

Not justice, that hollow thing

That exists as myriad interpretations

And holds no true satisfaction

What court? What Jury?

I none to choose for me

I require no judge

Who dare claim to best?

Who dares decide another’s fate?

Only two parties matter

Myself and foe

The matter is ours to decide

As nature intended

Under the sky, in a circle of bones

Or with influence and wealth

I will take my pound of flesh

I will taste sweet bloody tang

On my fist, on my tongue

In proper battle

Using fang and claw

Using coin, will and pull

And if I fail…

I fail

That’s all there is to it

I wasn’t strong enough

I wasn’t fast enough

I didn’t want it enough

Or my opponent was just better.

Be that the case, there lies no wrong

For we are to take what we can

We are to fight for what’s ours

Only the strong may decide

And if I’m not that one…

If I’m not the stronger then fine!

Might is right!

The mighty are the right!

For only the strong may survive

Not the brawny, the strong

Those who excel

The exalted few

Who surpass us all in form and mind

That’s the ordained law

Heaven’s decree and Earth’s dictate

The rule of land and sky

The one ingrained in our blood

In our bones, our hearts and minds

The only law I follow

I’m in hell

I suffer and scream 

A soundless scream

Of pain and frustration

Of sorrow and despair

For I am in hell

A miserable place

A terrible place

A horrible place

A place deserving all of them 

All the bad “bles”

And I’m in it

Hell is not what you think

There’s no fire or brimstone

There’s no ice and frost

There’s no heat or cold

There’s just a stillness

A suffocating blandness

You might scoff at this

And think this is not hell

Yes there’s no burning, no freezing

No screaming, No

But there is suffering

This is hell

There might be other hells

Other torments and tortures

But this is probably the worst.

Nothing changes. Nothing happens.

What little it has is there

There to make it truly hell

It’s soul stealing, life draining

Will breaking, mind numbing 

It will drive you insane

It will leave you a shell

But it will never let you go

Not willingly. Not easily. Not ever!

It is designed to trap you

To wrap you in its banality

To numb you with nothingness

To near kill you with boredom

It is an encapsulating void

It is the greatest prison

I am in hell

I suffer and scream 

But nothing comes out

I’m in unfeeling pain

And I wish to escape

I would not wish this on anyone

I am in hell

But I’ll leave this hell!

A message found scratched into a wall inside a pocket realm next to the remains of an unknown cultivator. It is unknown how long she was trapped there in the featureless place.