5 Fuck All Of You

First Person POV Rules

Italic text like this, are the thoughts that are accessible to everything in a characters mind in first person.

Normal text like this is the character describing what they are doing in a sort of pseudo-omniscient narration.

"Text like this are people talking", whether that be the character the POV is following or people talking around them.

-Text like this are the thoughts of anything in the characters mind- this rules both applies to second consciousnesses and certain types of magic, like long distance communication between two people.

Third Person POV Rules

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Describing

-Another persons thoughts in someone else's head-

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Ok think. What do I know about this world that can help me here?

Fucking nothing.

Just that its not the same as it should be, but nothing I can work with. I doubt I can just grasp Old Magic right now, but its honestly my only choice if I dont want to become the head on that 'dogs' tail.

Wasting no more time, I turn on my heels and sprint in the opposite direction, sand kicking up as I run and the footsteps of this fucker thundering behind me so hard I can feel the vibrations in my arms.

The nobles watching me with happiness cheer as my own hearing leaves me as I get closer and closer to death. I can feel the 'dogs' breath against my whole body as it chases me.

I steal a glance over my shoulder, my heart skipping a beat as I see the beast gaining ground. Its massive form looms larger with each passing moment, its blood-red eyes fixed on me with a predatory focus.

I reach the end of the arena, and take a sharp turn, running along the tall walls as the beast smashes face first into the wall, which shakes the entire area, but the wall doesn't give out, instead the beast gets up and begins chasing me once again with much more rage than before.

I take sharp turns whenever it's too close to make it go flying in the opposite direction, and luckily its much too stupid to see my plan, so it falls for it time and time again.

For half an hour straight I repeat this process, and the crowds laughing turns to booing, but I pay absolutely no head to them. I'm more focused on not getting mauled to death then entertaining.

But eventually my stamina runs dry, and I slowly realize they don't plan on saving me in some sort of fake out to scare me or something. So against what my own instincts are telling me, I slide to a halt against one of the arena's walls before jumping out of the way as the beast slams into the wall.

Quite literally shaking in my own skin, I ready my spear and attempt to stab the monster and the spear head all but goes a centimeter deep into its flesh before stopping and before I can react the monster looks me dead in the eyes as one of its tails grab me by the neck before I am thrown all the way across the arena full speed.

I crash into the wall with enough force to break multiple bones in my body, my ribs snap and pierce my organs, my legs crack to the point I can barely stand on them, a constant flood of blood leaves my nose, mouth, ears and even eyes.

I can barely feel, see or hear anything other than pure, unfiltered pain.

I just kneel there, coughing and groaning in pain as the thing thats about to kill me approaches, I've all but accepted I'm dead. There is quite literally no way I could somehow make it out of this.

Fuck my high level of un luck. I just so happen to take over a body that is lucky enough to have a large amount of mana, which would of been great before Terraspheres were invented, but now?

They let out an actual behemoth as the first thing I ever have to fight and dont even let me learn Old Magic?

What's so entertaining about watching people suffer and die, how do these people sleep at night knowing they are going straight to the deepest depths of hell the mere second they die no matter how much they beg whoever is upstairs for repentance.

They probably don't care. They will somehow befriend Satan himself and continue their ways while burning in hell. 

If I die here I will never know whether or not they receive punishment worse than the lowest level of hell, I will never know if they suffer pain worse than god himself can inflict on any mortal.

But what will I know for sure?

They will escape prosecution just because of how fucking rich they are, the only way I will ever know for sure, is if I do it with my own two hands.

I.

Will.

Never.

Know.

If I die.

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Man Fuck these bitches. 

I aint dying here, I'm just barely hurt. I will kill this bitch and then kill everyone here, torture them until they beg for death, and then I wont let them have it until their eyes show nothing but hollow suffering.

Throw them to the wolves, throw them into the fucking pits, throw them to the depraved, filthy, and cruel poverty stricken hobo's who they fucked over from their thrones and let them get fucking raped.

Over and over and over and over again, until they scream for help, until they feel what the did to others, until the die of absolute fear.

These people don't deserve to live, and I sure as hell don't deserve to die.

"Fuck all of you..."

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Bow down my subjects! Praise me! Submit yourselves to me! Give me your offerings of stones, and you shall be free of my wrath!