King Hrothgar just built a mead hall, Herot. I’ve heard many great things about it. I have to take their word for it because I would never be able to visit the place myself. People run when they see me. They automatically think that I’ve come to eat or hurt them. This reputation has been built up for years by the monsters before me. The people don’t understand that we are not all the same. Though smashing things is fun, that's not what I'm all about. I can’t even get close enough to tell them this because of those stereotypes. It’s not very fun when everyone is scared of you. Sometimes I feel like a disease because I can’t talk to anyone who isn’t a monster. I didn’t choose to be like this. I was born a monster. I would never choose this life. It gets kind of lonely. There are other monsters but not many. Humans can go around and meet so many new people. I can’t do that. They sing of their joy and good fortune all day. It almost makes me angry to hear the joyous songs. Why can’t I feel the way they do? Why don’t I have a happy song to sing? I guess you could say I’m a little jealous. I try not to be, but it’s hard when they make the contrast of our worlds so apparent.
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