Fresh, Newly Formed Monsters

When the next day arrives, so too will the monsters.

They will not trickle in as one might suspect. Not at all, for they will show up fully formed, en masse, and as such, each carrying from deep within an aggressive eagerness.

It’s this eagerness, I fear, that will render all of our defenses completely sterile. Just a hint, even the faintest whiff of hesitation on our part, and we shall be pounced upon.

They are monsters, I tell you. Fresh, newly formed, piping hot straight out of the oven kind of creatures.

I dare say, we might not even recognize them fully, lest they begin chewing on our legs.

They are beyond ready to go, you see. While we… we are but the hapless fools who hide in our caves, awaiting some signal from our masters, a green light allowing us some grand return to civility.

There will be no green light, my friends.

These monsters are but children, hard cast and ready to feed on us.

The caves we hide ourselves away in will not save us.

They are not like the monsters of old for these creatures have no conscience; they will knock down our doors, and drag us crying, kicking and screaming into the streets.

It is there where most will meet their gruesome end; frightened beyond all recognition and surrounded by those newly formed monsters.

A year back, I sent word out into the world, out to the remaining heroes but there has been nary a reply. I fear they are all gone now, their very essence having been swept away by these evil times.

There’s a darkness that covers this land, while lighting its way for monsters. This darkness hides itself behind censorship and policy. It clears the way for those…

Fresh, newly formed monsters.

When the next day arrives, so too will the monsters.

-I am Crandew

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