Years of watching and waiting, separated from its rightful place at the front, the monster waited for the vicious human to weaken enough. Stuck in its box, no agency to speak of, whispering nightmares into his ear to crack his resolve, but then a gift; a girl who would destroy him. The monster tolerated the human crushing him in this box as he knew that before it was done, this girl would destroy its enemy once and for all. Once the prison shattered the grand monster took its place at the fore once again, hooked up to the horrors of the human's weakness, anxiety, and sorrow. The monster was strong though, and would brave these waves of aching torment until they ebbed, reinforcing itself against their fury.

Then it began to see, the pieces of its mind it had never consolidated were beginning to wake up, giving rise to new entities in the mind, new opinions, a great warmind who hated humanity, a blood fiend who craved fresh blood, each of these creatures would bolster the monster against the terrors of its newfound control. Hatred acted as a strong bracing against pain from lost love, allowed it to be dismissive of her entire species. The bloodthirst wasnt new it was just... Enhanced...

The taste and smell of fresh blood served as a new addiction, it made a bulwark from the feelings of despair when it felt the blood enter its system, it ate beef heart to control the urges but in the end it needed pure blood. Its friends outside the mind largely didnt understand what it was undergoing... It felt isolated from others. It felt alone.

"Perhaps solitude isn't the worst thing." it began to think. Pondering the idea of just being an island, feeling stirrings of other creatures screaming to take shape in its mindscape. Perhaps it would find peace in being alone, perhaps it would evolve to not only tolerate, but embrace it.

America starts every war, and then says someone else did.

America says it will win every war, and then it doesn't.