As I awoke in the darkness, I grew impatient and hungry for blood. I searched for food and my nose caught sight of the Danes feasting over God. God, the ruthless leader of good, makes me angry and mad. The closer I grow to the Danes, the more my hunger and hatred bubble until I explode into a rage of hunting. I rip the limbs off of people and drink the blood gushing everywhere. I, the hash slinging slasher of Herot, leave no one to survive. The next night, I smell sweet and juicy blood coming from more Danes. I quietly skulk through the darkness and terrorize the people who do no wrong. As I approach their blood curling screams warn some people and some escape. But for the unlucky half, I take my revenge and rip limbs and legs off as I delight in my second tasty meal. I now realize that I must escape for God will come and throw me out for the second time. Returning to my cave, I realize my love for oozing and warm blood. I soon realize that I will be hungry again very soon. You better hide your kids and hide your wife cause I’m on the loose.