Seventh Post

The Fifth Day:    

     Fate has damned me once again.
     I had met Hogger in court yesterday, and had smelled, tasted, and could see victory. I all but had it in my the clutches of my slender, witch-like hands. Why has my plan failed me so?! I cannot begin to explain my disappointment and my rage!
      A few following paragraphs are composed of curses, rants, unintelligible and indecipherable text that you cannot quite seem to make out, all ended with a giant ink splotch, soiling the lower remainder of the page.
     Now that even my pen has failed me, and I was required to ask a guard for another one, perhaps I can write the end to this miserable tale.
     I arrived at court a bit early, eager for the stomping I would deliver upon the head of the ugly thing. I had manuscript upon manuscript of legal documents defending my case (some, if not many, may have been forged). I had it won. I was caught off guard, however, when I saw Hogger arrive in a rather classy suit, and an equally opposing looking regiment of legal defenders. I remember gulping in doubt, but it only took me a moment to find my resolution once again.

Sixth Post

The Fourth Day: Finally! The day is here! I am taking Hogger to court! Victory shall be my tasty morsels soon, and they shall taste better than the sweetest honey. I am to put on my most cunning smile, my finest suit, and my most wicked attitude. I must hurry!

The page is crumpled and folded upon itself, as if the writer had quickly closed the book without very much care or patience.

Fifth Post

The Third Day:Not much to report today, it seems. I have sued Hogger, and the legal system is in action. It shall be a couple weeks before I can meet him in court, and make him literally pay for all he’s done. I cannot wait for the day!

 

 

Fourth Post

The Second Day: The following passage seems scratchily scrawled, as if the writer had been jittery or perhaps overjoyed while scripting the entry. You notice what seems to be little spots of water, and can only wonder if it is perhaps beads of drool.

Today I walked into Hogger’s butchery. I was disguised as an average Joe, ready to buy some of his questionable proteins. After asking the animal, which had somehow developed adequate speaking skills, a few annoying questions, I settled on the chicken. Ahh yes, chicken, perhaps the most dangerous of protein. I then walked over to a table, sat down, and unwrapped the chicken leg that I had purchased. I then began to chew on the chicken leg, and shirked at its cold, raw texture. I then pretended to choke on a piece of the chicken, and did my best to create a large, dramatic scene. Before anyone could reach me, I coughed up the piece of raw chicken I had been holding in my mouth. The following dialogue ensued:

“Vile creature,” I exclaimed, “this chicken that you have sold me has almost choked me to death, and it is raw!”

The beast let forth a slight cackle, and then said, “Foolish human, I do not sell the food prepared for consumption. You are to cook the chicken yourself. As for the choking, you need to chew your food better.”

I grew enraged, and yelled, “ Foolish? I am the fool, you say?! Well I say you are the fool, ugly thing! I can feel the onset of salmonella in my system.”

The creature let forth a guttural, frustrated sigh. “I have said, human, that the poultry and other meats I sell are not prepared for eating. If you get sick, it is your fault alone.”

I then revealed myself. The creature narrowed its eyes and chewed the air in anger. “Villain! You may have thought me entirely defeated, but I shall never forget what you have put me through,” I continued, “even though we have no forest or youth in us in which to conduct battle, I shall still get my revenge. You say the sickness would be my fault, would you? Well I say that my lawyers have something different to say about that!”

Hogger’s ears pricked up in thought, and he said with a confused tone, “What shall you bring me to your courts for? Have I done something wrong?”.

I grinned at the abomination wickedly. Whether he had done something wrong or not, he shall soon pay for what he has done to me.

Third Post

     As I grew older, my obsession to kill the beast gnawed at me. I had gone after the monster many times, and with me, increasing forces. As a boy, as a teenager, as a young man, as a grown man, I had tried and I had failed to destroy the thing that had dictated most of the decisions of my life. But today, I shall have my final and well deserved revenge!
     Times were different in my younger days. Growing old now, I see how things can alter very quickly. The values of man have changed, with work ethic being replaced by convenience. The forests and jungles I once grew up and thrived in have turned to concrete. Sometimes I find myself nostalgically thinking of the past, when things were green and cleaner seeming. I, however, pride myself on being able to adapt to change.
     Since the forests have been overrun, Hogger has opened a modest butchery. I have opened a multi-million dollar gadgets company, that creates new designs for simple, almost pointless things for people to indulge themselves in, such as new colorful coat hangers and assorted drink coasters. I have little to do with running the company, I just founded the corporation and put the people in to have it run like a well oiled machine, with me sitting back, plotting my revenge, and soaking up the profits.
     I have found the way to get back at Hogger for the lifetime of Hell he has put me through. Self doubt, irresolution, depression, all of these and more have been caused by that ugly, savage thing. I cannot beat Hogger physically, I have deduced. Besides, with oncoming old age for the both of us, another brawl would only serve to embarrass us both. I shall sue Hogger in legal court!

Second Post

     I held my ground, and raised my weapon in front of me and charged toward him. He held up his club, and started to pace toward me. I swung the blade, and he expertly dodged, but I had anticipated his swiftness. I immediately used the weight from being off balance to deliver a kick to his belly, sending him to the ground. He recovered, raised himself to one knee, and swung his club toward my head. I jerked away at the very last moment, the crude club leaving splinters on the top of my ear. I threw down the knife and charged into him with reckless abandon.
     I started punching, kicking, scratching, and biting to obtain victory. He threw his club aside, and started doing the same. As his sharp teeth and claws threatened to disembowel or gore me, I was thrown on the defensive. He threw me away from him, and I hit the ground with a thud. I was not going to win this battle.
     I laid there, feigning defeat. I moaned the moan of a dying man, even though I was merely a boy, I knew much of death. He fell for my trickery, and slowly approached me, ready to deliver the final, confident strike. I flung up to my feet, and threw a handful of the grittiest, dirtiest sand and plant particles I could find underneath me. It hit him directly in the eyes. He let out a scream of pain and frustration. I ran for my life.
     I ran and ran and ran, leaving behind the bloodied corpses of my friends, and the failure of my task. I wept while my face filled with red hot rage and shame. I had never experienced defeat before, and it was bitter. My only solace was I escaped with my life, and that nobody else would have been alive to witness my shame.

First Post

From past to present:
     The day has come! The day that I would finally defeat my long time adversary. Ahh, I have awaited this day for a long, long time.
     It all started back in the day of our youth. I had gathered a small group of my young friends (they were more like pawns) to slay him, the beast that he was. My group had torn its way through the thick of the Elwynn forest, and had slain the wild bears, boars, and wolves that had tried to stand in our way, using some pilfered kitchen ware and primitive clubs as weapons. Some were lost in the small battles that we had encountered before our final destination, but we still had a sizable force. The day was to be mine!
     The outcome was not as we had expected. All of my friends were slain, one by one, as they charged the enemy. I watched from behind the main line while he dismembered my friends, simply crushing some of their skulls while completely dismembering others. I watched in terror as my goal began to unravel before me.
     Tearing a kitchen knife from the small hands of one of my fallen comrades, I shouted toward the animal, “Beast! Today, you shall be undone!” He turned toward me, and let out a maniacal cackle.
     The beast had almost a hyena like visage, with a bloodthirsty expression, with a maw filled with small, dagger-like teeth. He was staunch with claw filled hands. His small, demonic, beady eyes seemed to penetrate into my very soul. I was almost forced to look away. It was only me and the creature, Hogger.

Disclaimer

   Most, if not all of the characters and settings for these stories were created and are owned by Blizzard and are in the World of Warcraft. While I write my stories, they are the owners and creators of the settings and some characters. I very much appreciate and admire their creative ability, and for giving people a new world to explore.