Desire. Psychology. Aristotle? A man that wrote a lot of things about a lot of stuff, one including psychology. Why do I bring it up? Well...because I am making logical conclusions based on his teachings. After all, I have just lost my state of being depraved of desire and will now begin acting upon them once again. The most I can do is draw up an explanation on why I have done something. You have to keep it logical to the extreme is what I would like to believe, but...

"Welcome hero! Welcome to this land of big trees and big people!"

I spoke with gestures towards a lonesome tree surrounded by wooden graves. Honestly, I wish I was under that dirt and stabbed by a wooden marker. De Anima, Aristotles dictionary, even orexis (desire) cannot be responsible for action - nor can it explain purposive action, not completely at least. Well, at the very least I should start mimicking a wild animal and start heeding to my utmost desires.

"Farewell young blood. I shall take this marker with me as protection."

I salute the ancient tree that should be older than me by at least hundred fold, then leave the surrounding with a wooden cross as my shield and sword. I wonder how many animals can hear my discussion right now; would they be savage enough to rip me apart or will a bear come round one of these trees with a cub behind it? Maybe I will be mauled by an ape, or even better! A flock of chimps with clubs trying to mimic cavemen. Taking direction and proceeding, rounding trees and following the same path forever. To the ends of the earth I go. Wishing to walk into signs of humans, but indirectly taking the most precise path to avoid everything; skyscrapers, spires piercing the skies and floating villages; miss it all like the unfortunate teenager I am. Two moons mean a lot to me right now...but maybe I am an exception in anything I do and also the teachings of Aristotle, since as he mentioned in one of his teachings that it might be in human nature to desire knowledge and understanding. A practical mind everyone possesses, a practical mind I do not. Therefore, should I contemplate and plan around my findings of there suddenly being two moons? I will not; since for me, a footing on the earthly crust is all that I desire. Metaphysics and De Anima.

Taking another step - I will mention in just a moment why I have narrated that, so first, let me try and remove this net around me. The wooden board might have come in "handy" after all, if I had it inside the net that is. I dropped it when the floor turned to the sky and a tree branch grabbed me up and flipped me like a bat. So I now nest within my cocoon, hoping to spread my wings like a butterfly. Pray to God that I may turn into a majestic child prodigy when I hatch, and posses an IQ of around 160, oh and EQ too, make that high as well. Wouldn't want to make the same mistake another life, would we?

Well, maybe I was wrong when I said I am an exception to a lot of things, since right now I am having some of that Aristotle vibe around me. I understand my current predicament, and therefore will try to plan my way out of it. However...should I say I am a lucky boy or not? Hoo hoo ha ha. I wonder what kind of savage still uses nets to capture animals and maybe humans, most likely one of those tribes that are so far behind in technology and science that they should've just given up from the start. Anyway, I feel like I am becoming more of a savage as time goes by inside this net.

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Lets put some Aristotle teachings to the test in the mean time, shall we?

This will be over quick since I will be using the hylomorphic analysis of thinking, and I already know the result anyway but I might as well go ahead a try it. I think that if the net was pulled and no one heard it, I should be able to survive for around one and a half days worth of time, I won't be bothering with the max-time a human can go on without water since I am already a weak and frail child as is. So my hopeful desire is that someone will go around inspecting their works of masterpieces that are these nets - there should be at least a couple more nets in works since they are really efficient to be able to catch someone such as me.

Lets flashback to my "I took a step" - As my brand new sneakers were smeared in a grotesque red, which should be some type of blood that is used as bait for animals, also that relatively large rock atop a "very" sturdy tree seems to be a work of god. I'll take this step to congratulate me finding sign of humans. Flashback officially over, plot-hole closed shut with a pile of manure. Life too, literally piles of dung everywhere around me.

New conclusion - die by smell of poo and disease.

"Well well, look who we have here!"

I turned around to stare at the magnificent core of the tree that caught me. A hive of bees were sitting snugly inside a carved out hole, which must have previously been a woodpecker's home. The golden hue in this dual overkill moonlight made it look majestic as if it was a true queen's home. Damn, I would love to taste some of that fresh honey that oozes of sweetness. First, let's sign a truce.

"Thou name shall not be mentioned, as thee presence is already enough. I will state thee plebeian name; Kristof Zensima Gransys Aritole, but you can call me Kazan for short." I swing towards the tree, grabbing the branch and hugging it.

Then plop, the rope is uncoiled and I fall towards my long lost wooden marker.

"I love the smell of manure in the night. I also coincidentally love to cover myself in the faeces of large animals." I sarcastically state to the tree that shall not be named.

But in fact, one of my most hated things is getting stuff on my face, I can't handle things on my face dude. However, I think this will be the only exception for the current situation, and this feels cool too, almost as if I am a foot-soldier from those modern ages sneaking under the cover of the night, and I covered myself in poo to distract the other animals from approaching. Anyway, I better get going, I wouldn't want to keep my online friends waiting.

Grabbing a snowball I launch it at the work of god inside the villainous tree, turning it golden no more. I make my descent into hell covered in manure.

Maybe I am being too excessive since I now have negative cleanliness all over my body, even my pristine gamer hands are covered in brown. I'll try to lower it down a little, my logic has been all over the place today. It's probably because I have not witnessed the real life moonlight in countless years, and it's affecting my mind in ways that I cannot describe even with the knowledge god Aristotle's teachings, that I have slowly forgotten over the last few months.

This leaf is green and pure no more. Hyaaa!

"How long will you hunters follow this poor soul?" I stop and cease my mind's chatter. Turning to look back the way I came, I snap off the cross so I only have two long parts. I take a stance and step back immediately as an arrow thuds the ground where my foot was previously.

"Arrows? You must be barbarians to fight with these dated tools." I let the two parts of wood float at my sides as I bend over to pick up the arrow, that is coated in a presumably fast acting poison. I mumble softly in embarrassment as my cheeks start to burn a scarlet cherry, but I only need to chant when I am increasing potential energy of an object and coating it in hardened particles, also things like mind-connected-acceleration and lesser gravitational pull. However, I still feel very embarrassed and self-conscious for being a top class student and still needing to chant, it makes me feel like a rookie.

"[Ultimate Kamikaze] [Ultimate Penetration] [Saten's Curse]" I smile, my embarrassing side is over.

I float the arrow and fill it with my energy, where the arrow slowly duplicates all around the environment...

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2..

Thud. Thud.

1..

Galaxy collapse.