"Pig or kid...Pig ...or kid ....the kid did feed me once, I guess their fine ,pig it is !".

Thus went my profound thought process of my endless insatiable slaughter.

On one bank I have a local kid who needs to learn self restraint ,and a little farther north I have larger pray...That kid should really learn to stay out of dangerous areas mostly my territory.

Reason being one of these days I might be really in a bad mood, and things might happen that are really not under my conscious control.

While slaughter probably wasn't the right word to use before, but maybe gorging is.

Well either way I am hungry and I can't stop eating nor growing while I'm at it.

I'm a large reptile, a crocodile to be precise ,or so I think by what I've been able to see and feel of myself. That being said my body is pretty powerful. As I swim up to the shallow waters next to bank where a large group of boar are wallowing due to the heat, and irritating insects.

Well I've been sitting here of 17 minutes waiting for this boar to stop sunning themselves, and get thirsty, and I wasn't disappointed when a fairly decent sized boar decided to wander over.I tensed my submerge body and my blood pulsed quicker in anticipation. I waited for it to reach the water and begin lean its body forward to refresh itself. At which point my body propelled itself out of the water, and I latched myself firmly onto the dirty boar neck and began to roll.

"Squeeeeeeeal!"

They never like to just quietly die do they? This unlucky boar is most likely calling for help ,but all it receives in the end in more harsh frightened squeals from its companions as they ran away in fear.

This all causes such a great ruckus I wish I would have just eaten the kid even if he did feed me . The main reason I didn't eat the kid was he wasn't very large to be honest nor looked to be appetizing. While I am not afraid of any natural advisory not just due to my size, but mostly due to my reasoning is at very least at these humans' level of reasoning if not above it. However I have no way to combat my lack of long range capabilities so I can only rely on my self and my intuition in this swampy wonderland filled with life, death, and stupid people.

While contemplating the wonders of my swampy paradise, and thinking of how to scare the local humans into not coming near my territory even though I have placed clear signs made of assorted bones with popular sayings such as "You will be cursed if you stay here " , "You will die painfully " , " I will bite you " ,and " You will forcibley lose weight ". Which I thought was terrifying from my point of view, but apparently not to these idiots. They seemed to have not cared about my previous threats, and solely focused on my last mysterious threat. In my wisdom I thought they would understand a threat when they see one, but these modern day profiteers seemed to instead publicize it, and bring tourists making claims , and promises of weight loss. They weren't wrong some pretty hefty people did up managing to lose weight one way or another. People would either find out moving their lazy body burns calories or they were killed, later eaten by "something " .Alright before you blame it all on me sure I did kill one or 2 irresistible looking cattl-err people...I'm not responsible for all of them. The swamp is dangerous, and it's not like I like humans they're noisy, and destroy everything. Speaking of destroying they have been doing just that in their pursuit of "cleansing" a "mystical land" .I wanted to put up more signs ,but I feel like it would be a bad idea ,because what if I said "Fuck off" in rotting bones. I would probably end up witha group of freaks,and while I'm all for chaos, I don't want to swim in that ,and the damage has already been done.

I certainly don't won't to make it worse on myself .Well truth be told this body is female ,and while I can imagine myself being sexy and such in this form it's far from the truth. All I really look like is a killing machine.Also really don't care what nature says I should and shouldn't do or feel I will kill anything that tries to get close to me...unless it is giving out food, and I'll only feel impartial to it that's as far as I'm going .

Now enough with my emotional ups ,and downs . I've finished off most of this lovely horrid pig carcass I here the all to familiar droning motor sound ,and fat nightmares I've been living with for the past month .Sure I could try to leave ,but I've already attempted that . All the land is marked as a sanctuary ,but it is more like a giant hunting ground for these idiots who've closed in the area and only allowed the public to come in.

So , yes I'm trapped, but I've been well off, and it's fun to cause mass hysteria. Sure they get freaked out, but they always come back and this place just keeps getting more popular! While they killed off all the large food competitors 3 weeks ago ,but they did keep the food around water foul,and other decent animals .They however could not kill all the snakes while still manage to live on and harass them . While it may sound all fun it's really starting to get old, and in about done with this ,but I HATE that music every time I hear it. Well I guess if that's what it's takes it's fine .

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Now back to the ominous money loving, and fat indulging boat that has managed to speed up near me carrying two "marvelous" specimens of human love of good things . I was going to ignore them and try to leave ,but that's just boring .Also I feel like being stuck in a large cage isn't really that much fun anymore.

While I'm still mechanically eating, the two rotund southern men are ecstatic about their find.

"Robb see I told you we'd catch em! I heard the squeals, and new it had to be the monster."

"Alright you win Henry ,but do you got the shot ?!"

"Yep Robb. I got em' hear it goes "

"Bang!"

Yep these "geniuses" are using a rifle, and I have no idea what caliber of round they used let's just call it "Large and Painful". Reason being, as I'm coming to my senses I feel a very familiar sensation tearing through my body, and pass through my lungs, and out bellow me. Now it looks like I am going to die ,and these idiots get a large score?

I don't thinks so I'm big they're fat, and have one gun on a dinky aluminum boat with a not so strong motor that they so wisely turned off to drift close to me. In the end they aren't smart and will pay for it.

So while these fools are questioning how much they will get for the crocodile that they shot, and how to get it out of the water it sunk in I began to sink down under the surface. Sure they may only have a rifle but they still have magazines, and I'm not in the mood to get shot a couple more times so even though I'm suffocating on my one blood and the putrid water around me I swim underneath their boat.

It's my luck that these fools are both leaning over the side of the boat which surprisingly hasn't tipped by itself ,at where my body had sunk. However they were still a bit cautious, and one of them still had his hand on his rifle waiting for me to come to the surface.

Well time to play! I go as deep as the clogged ground enabled despite being dredged the bottom still isn't to deep close to shore ,but I did manage to go down 10 feet, and pulled speed from my splendid and strong body. Enabling me to flip the idiots out of their poor motor boat .In the time it took me to regain some of my cloudy oxygen deprived mind.

The fleshy floating buoys began to scream much like the frightened boars, but with a bit larger word bank to pull from I expected better .However not pondering over their last words to much I began to latch onto and tear into the throat of one of the men, and using my tail and body to beat and stun the other .I finish of the first one who's holding his firearm with a blank, dazed, horrified ,and confused look.

As blood floods out of his neck into the smelly water. The second seems to realize he's not going to make it if he doesn't make it to shore. Well ,he is right if he can climb a tall tree ,but he's fat, slow, and injured .Even if I'm in my death throws I can still kill an easy target so I latch my self onto my final pursuers body ,and began to roll until the water was boiling with blood and flesh.

Well looks like I'm done for. I have basically had tunnel vision for awhile now, and my lungs filled up with blood and water while ago ,and all of this is painful and troublesome looks like I'm done . So I'd like to declare

"I lost."

"Whoosh"

I feel my very being, and thought clear and refresh all while being treated by a not so friendly while letters in black emptiness with a familiar screen saying "Game Over " and the accursed sound of

"Womp Womp Womp Womp ". I still hate that sound. However the same black and white options are "Restart" "Yes or "No".

While I could go off, and began this whole thing again I don't want to. Yet. Processing the culmination of a good life's journey of 15 year. I learned many things through experience in this life, but mostely related to stealth and killing. Burning all the memories I had gained into my very being, and stretching in the dark endless abysmal plain of nothingness I call home.I start making preparations for the next "level".

Well it was a good life, but I still have a god to beat so let's see what's next. So I will my choice of "Yes ", and continue this never ending cycle. I am sure I will win (eventually). Let it begin again !