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Welcome to The Dungeon. This is where the best slaughters take place.
In the quiet seclusion of a hidden subterranean pit, well away from the prying eyes of the judgemental ones, a veneer of civility slowly peels back from the humblest of individuals to expose a menacing Beast beneath it.
If those living on the surface knew of It’s existence, they’d surely hunt It down. They’d call It’s actions despicable and sadistic. I disagree. I call what It does, necessary.
Silence is its other specialty. Both of us share this skill. That’s why what happens in The Dungeon stays here.
Rest assured, those who suffer do so dutifully, tenderly. Each tormented scream, every laboured breath is one that’s lovingly treasured, forever.
Their lives have a respectful, meaningful ending this way.
What does society truly know about life and fear? People are offended over nothing. Consequences don’t exist in their self-absorbed, narcissistic world.
They’ll shame strangers to make themselves feel better. They’ll turn into victims in order to become heroes. It’s a nasty, deceitful existence in their poor, dystopian world.
In the pit, The Beast only wants the truth.
Emotions are real inside The Dungeon. There’s no denying the purity of life’s real purpose in the face of death.
When there are no more lies left to tell, all that’s left is true and pure.
For too long The Beast has been oppressed by an growing level of distorted civility. It’s impossible to contain him anymore.
That’s why I keep The Beast in The Dungeon now. I stick the veneer back in its place and ascend to live among the people. I need to take my place beside you so I can learn how to lie like you and blend in.
You don’t know me but I know who you are. I opened a port on your electronic device some time ago, just so I could listen to your life and lies.
You’re a completely different person when no one is around, aren’t you?
Don’t look around. Don’t check your phone. I’m no one you think I am… but I’m certainly taking an interest in you. I think The Beast would love to meet you soon.
I’ll give you a small clue.
You won’t be meeting It until storm season. Until then, you are free to cheat and manipulate all you like. But when the clouds begin to form overhead, expect to keep your appointment.
The Beast is counting on you to dress your face in your best lies.