[ WP ] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years . Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile .

I was born to fire. It flowed over my skin, danced upon my face, and stripped me of what little humanity I had left. Within the ruined cavity of my left eye I held the final images of my family as they were fed to the same fires I was pulled from. My death would not be so quick and so I was allowed to burn with them, but live. 
 
 As soon as I was able to walk, I was ushered out into the wilderness. The final piece of society I was allowed to keep was in the ink buried in my chest that had once formed my son ’ s hand print, now twisted with my burned skin into a misshapen claw. They promised twenty years, but swore under their breath that I would n't last the first month. I swore to prove them wrong. 
 
 So I carve upon this wall my first and last entry after a lifetime in this jungle. Their memories were short and everything I was became erased with the gentle passage of time. Do you not know me? You created me. You made me what I am. Now my children are those mechanized monsters that I've created to wreak my terrible vengeance upon you. I was born to fire, but you will die to it. 
 
 *Inscription carved upon the last standing wall in the ruins of New Babylon. Date unknown. *
