I want to roam or claw or craft something. I want blood on my fangs, I want fire on the horizon. I'm trapped in a moving cage of external forces. Scrabbling against walls of convulsing causality.
I want something new. I want something that doesn't exist yet. I'm tired of waiting for it to happen. I want to devour someone I've never tasted before. I want to become the chaos the world reacts to.