Next Time I Will Win

The monster sucks in a great gulp of air until his lungs are filled. Then he sprays his fire breath across the buildings and at the nearby screaming civilians. People are running around, many are on fire, and the twelve-foot-tall monster picks up an old man and a little girl with two of his hands. The sharp claws of his hands dig into the people, causing both of the burning peoples’ cries of pain to be even louder, but their screams are cut short because the monster uses his other two arms to rip them up. As he does this, he ravenously eats the bodies and some of the attached limbs, but he carelessly throws away other limbs. The monster knows he can doesn’t need to eat every bit of both people—after all, the city has plenty of people left. He will have no shortage of food any time soon. . .