Journal, page 2.
I tried putting the fire out, but the forces of flint+me nature are too strong to stop. The world is ravaged, deep ablaze. I stood there watching pigs and sheep burn from trying to get around through what they thought was still a forest. Now it's burned, destroyed. Nature will not regrow. The feeling knowing that there isn't anything you can do is awful. While I sit in my mining camp, or my cozy castle, I know that nature itself, being destroyed by mighty forces.
A simple hiss, could mean life or death. Hearing that hiss makes your blood turn cold, your heart miss a beat. You pull out your tools and attempt to kill, or burn, the horrible creature, every miss could hit a tree, and set the world ablaze.
Fire, that's all I see. Everywhere I look, there is ravaging fire. Destroying the world I came to love. I came to this place to try to start anew, to love the world once again. Now, because of a simple mistake, I see a familiar sight. My home, my life. Blackened and charred.
I have a strange feeling inside of me. A feeling of sadness, and yet. A feeling of grim happiness. To bare such a burden is driving me mad. My guts feel twisted, yet I'm not in pain. I feel... Happy as I feel the warmth of the burning world. Nothing awful, something great. I think I'm losing the fight for sanity, and the love of a grand world. I think I'm becoming those I hate, those that get their awful joy out of destruction, and misery.
Ehh, good story? Bad? How was my wording? Good emotion? Rate :D
Poll