February 16th 2012
I was told doing this would help with my anger issues and my emotional state. I have no other choice but to do this or I go to jail. I can't stand confined places so I doing this. So Doctor Hawkins when you read this I want you to know I hate you.
I wouldn't be in this situation if that damn farmer just let me have one chicken. Just one! He had dozens. Like me taking one would hinder him in any way.
Let me put this simple since I want to get this writing stuff over with.
I tried to steal a chicken.
Farmer shot me.
I passed out.
Ended up in an animal reserve.
Government took me in.
Told me it was either jail or hard core heart to heart talks with a damn ass who thinks he knows me. I went with the dumb ass.
After all we wouldn't want an angry rabid lycanthrope to be let loose on the innocent humans of this God forsaken hell hole I now call home. Now would we? Screw that it'd be Paradise for me!! Being able to kill something whenever I wanted and not having to worry about other wolves taking my kill.
To bad for me that is never going to happen. I'm on constant watch by police and some guys in black suits. I pushed some guy on the sidewalk for bumping into me, and within seconds I was surrounded with guns to my head. If I try to run away and go hack into the wild ill he tracked down. They planted some kind of tracker under my skin behind my left ear. Talk about feeling like an animal. Some scientist guy told me I was to important of a specimen to lose.
Least I got a nice roof over my head. Furnished and everything. Still prefer the woods though.
Whatever I'm done with this. Happy Hawkins? Sure you are. You get to see what I really think of all this bull crap.
Signed your neighborhood terror,
The Mad Lycanthrope
I thought this was a fun idea for character development. Tell me what you think.