Marald Grumpus never held a grudge against anyone until his wife Dugaya and aptly named daughter, Angelus died in an unfortunate car accident.
Since then Marald fears for other people's lives. He fears he will kill the first person he sets his sights on and the second and the third...Everyone of them. He sharpens his knife and practises each day. He feels this irrestible twitching urge inside to relieve himself of his misery.
For now, he has locked himself away from everybody with just an old bottle of rum for company completely cut off from the world. He lives life without hope, desire and a willingness to fight back which makes him count from the most desperatly frustrated creatures on our planet. He knows, yet feigns ignorance because it is an easier option to allay his fears and camoflage his dying spirit. This hatred will one day only engulf and destruct him as he tries to get even with the world.
He is a living ticking bomb...ticktockticktock...ticking toward a final devastating explosion.
May he find peace in death's soothing arms...
2 comments:
do u feel like marauld grumpus....?wen ther is life live it,its the greatest treasure,u'll never get.
death is just a mirage...it gives u much more pain,than the solace it promises!!!!
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