Several days ago,
Degr Kingdom,
Somewhere in the Grand coliseum,
A place of raw violence and blood shed, Stood gloriously after the day's close of business,
In a dark corner of a somewhat rusty cage, a shivering hoarse voice could be heard from within.
"Personally," the voice said, "I have always found self control and creativity to have direct proportionality, more of one means more of the other. I guess when you stop using primitive reactions to solve problems the rest of your brain has a chance to respond with something infinitely smarter...But...That doesn't seem to work here..."
"Cold...so Cold" The voice mutters rather pitifully as it's squatting figure scribbled on the earthy floor, "Day 132 since waking up in this dreadful world!".
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