Humans are like the ground. The ground provides the foundation that nearly all living beings have to use. We use it to grow food, live, and in some comparisons, especially for this prompt, love. It is the foundation that comes from nearly all of the activities that one has to do. Like the ground, it is deformed, cracked, and especially never actually straight which shows the bumpy relationships that love can be. But at least it is stable!

(I was pretty unsure what the prompt was actually asking so I just sort of winging it)

Hey me,

Hows life been for you?

Did you finally get a girlfriend after all this time or are you still single.

Please tell me you at least had a relationship, I beg of you.

You can't of been single for all that time.

I have no idea how far in the future this is supposed to go but I'm just saying, if I read this and I haven't accomplished my goals or getting a girlfriend, I'm gonna kick.....my own.....butt.

I really don't know how that would even work but I'll make do.

Have you become the English professor that you said you were gonna be?

I really hope you have.

What about tennis? Have you been keeping up with that or have you not played in years?

Meet anyone in tennis......?

Hahhahahahaha...

Okay, but seriously you can't be single still my guy.

All this dang time and you haven't been in one relationship yet?

What happened to the whole, "I wanna get a girlfriend that plays tennis" talk?

Wow, I'm a pretty terrible person for getting angry at myself huh?

Before I get even more depressed about getting angry at you, me, whatever, you better at LEAST be good in tennis.

Just Saying.

From myself,

Brandon Dang

Personal Characteristics: Male, 38 years old, about 6'5 in height, with hair that seperates into two colors, black and blue. Near the roots of the hair is blue and as it nears the end of the strand of hair turns black. Has burn marks that cover his entire left arm, while the right arm has a tattoo of a panther and a wolf trying to eat each other. Doesn't really trust anyone due to an incident that happened in the past.

Motive: Innately evil with a weird fetish for the left arms from those that he considers "strong". His evil mentality grows as he sees people who are rich become even more wealthy while people who are less fortunate die or live horrible lifestyles. However, in his mind the only way to help those who are less fortunate is to kill the wealthy and those who are able to grow in power. Will try and kill anyone who stands in his way.

Ability: If Maselia gets rid of his own left arm, he is able to attach any other person's left arm to where his left should be immediately and is able to use any abilities that that person during the time that their arm was removed. Only able to replace his arm once per hour.

The title really explains it all but I will go into detail on what I mean. There are a lot of possible examples that I can use honestly, as they can be easily interpreted as a way to portray someone as less than a human. One such thing would be looking at a person with a physical or mental disability. From what I have witnessed from one instance was when I was just writing something for a class in a cafe that I regularly go to, I noticed one day that their was a group of people with wheelchairs that were sitting by one of the tables by the entrance (it was one of the only tables that would allow all three of them to enjoy themselves and have enough room to move around). I glanced at them one time while they were there, since to me it didn't really seem out of the ordinary. Just three people sitting at a table, nothing strange about that. But what kept catching my attention was all of the people that were blantantly staring at them. It was bugging me that people were just staring for no particular reason at them besides that they were just in wheelchairs. From what I noticed, they didn't really look back but were just enjoying themselves. However I just think that they are just used to it from experiencing that from other locations and other times. While this doesn't seem that bad from the example that I have given, I just don't know how I would feel if I would have someone always constantly judging me on something that I am not able to prevent no matter where I go. After a while I feel like I would go completely nuts if I was in their shoes. At that point I feel like I would have been conditioned to be used to failure due to my disability. This isn't limited to just that though, but the idea also branches out to other forms that would also dehumanize someone. This also includes abuse, bullying, etc.

“I’ll never understand humanity, through all of its worthless struggles over their small lifespans, they think they can try to kill me? Pfft, pitiful, just pitiful”. Sitting on a pure golden throne was demon, one with the typical red horns, broad shoulders with spikes coming out of his skin, and the inhuman like presence. On its left cheek was were green scales that only seem to pop out on that portion of the skin, however in reality it actually covered its whole body. Otherwise it had the image of a regular human with wild silver hair that went down to its knees, pale pink colored eyes, and rose colored claws/fingernails. Around the throne were the bodies of the humans that had just tried to attack it while it was asleep after a prior attack from a group of villagers who wanted to invade its land. Blood spattered across the wasteland as no signs of life were visible. Body parts were torn off the corpses and thrown around like ragdolls. The demon growled at the grotesque presence of even thinking about humans being near its vicinity.

It crossed his legs while sitting on his throne as he thought about what his next move should be. Recently the humans from the nearby regions have been entering his territory when they should’ve been afraid. Who would have thought that Tetra Vendacias, one of the mightest emperor’s that led an army of thousands would be disrespected as such. For seven straight days it thought about the kind of punishments that it can ensue to them as it watched its demon hounds consume bodies around it. When Tetra opened its eyes, it saw a short human woman, around 5’2 in height, moderately obese woman holding a small infant in her arms that was skinny and looked barely fed. The child was taking large huffs and puffs while it struggled to breathe.

“My lord… my baby, it needs to be fed...If you are able to spare food, I beg of you….” The woman looked crazed, like she had just smoked large quantities of weed and was incredibly drunk. While kneeling down, she was already already unbalanced and occasionally wobbled. She also dropped the infant to the ground multiple times, but the infant didn’t cry. It was to malnourished and weak to do much of anything besides breathe.

“Woman. When was the last time the baby ate?” Tetra asked, looking more at the infant than the woman.

“The-the baby? It ate about a week ago. That’s the reason why I-”

“ Hand it over.”

“What did you say? You want me to just hand it over? Why I never-”, Tetra stood up out of its throne and a cold tension filled the air. The hounds stopped eating and the woman’s eyes opened wide in fear. As soon as she realized the position she was in, she held the baby out for the demon. It picked her up and held her towards his chest and sat back down. “There you go lord Tetra, I have given you the baby now if you can please give me food…”

“Didn’t you just say it was for the child if I’m not mistaken?” Tetra asked angrily, looking down at the woman. “And don’t you fucking lie to me you bitch.” The woman began to sweat immensely as she realized her mistake.

“Y-yes...I did say to give myself food milord but in great reason. It takes time to raise a child and to do so takes much time and effort...I needed to eat too…”

“It takes time to raise a child who is almost dead? This is why I said that humans are pathetic. Your greed far surpasses any demons greed. Your desires overlap the beauty of life. Which is one of the reasons why I kill. I kill to stop the cycle. I kill to satisfy my thirst for destruction. While I have all these reasons to kill, tell me, what should be the reason to spare YOU?” The woman’s shirt was now drenched in sweat as a puddle of urine formed beneath her. While she tried to come up with her response, all that came out was a stutter that wasn’t legible. “Through all of this banter, you have not once gave a response that has satisfied me. Measly fool, lift your head, I’ll get you your food.” The woman lifted her head with a wide spreaded grin as her stomach gave out a loud rumble that was louder than the jaws chomping down on humans remains from the hounds. The grin vanished into a face of despair as she realized that Tetra was standing directly in front of her with a very pained and angry expression. Before a scream could be heard from the woman’s mouth, it stabbed its arm straight through her body. She tried to gasp for air with no luck. With her last breath, she saw Tetra using its other arm to grab her skull before crushing it. Tetra tossed the body and the baby over to the hounds as they swarmed mother and child, consuming them both in a matter of seconds. A wide smile revealing Tetra’s fang formed on its face as it started to laugh at the enjoyment of the kill and thought about how it can kill its next targets.