[ WP ] You are a `` hero '' in a fantasy world , but as you `` adventure '' , you are slowly realizing YOU are the antagonist .

These grimy streets never changed. Even in this old town, forgotten and buried, there was an air of dankness and depression. Nobody lived here, as far as I could see. Nobody human, at least. Beasts had long since destroyed the populace and those that rose to fight them had long since moved on. The blood of human and beast stained this town, both in equal measure. 
 
 That didn ’ t mean things were quiet though. For as desolate as this town looked, things were much too active for my liking. 
 
 I cursed and dove behind the nearest wall, barely dodging a veritable deluge of bullets and making my way into another dilapidated house. A roar and a flash at the corner of my eye forced another roll out of the way. Things never got boring here. 
 
 I emptied several rounds into the chest of one such beast, grunting at the recoil. It had probably thought itself clever, hiding behind a doorway, waiting for me to pass through. Bitch. 
 
 I pulled out a small torch, lighting the way in front of me. The night was long in this town, and unlike the horde of beasts constantly trying to kill me, I didn ’ t have night vision. 
 
 Where had they even come from anyway? The old man that had dropped me here had n't given me much information. Some mumblings about beasts and blood and other words that started with'B'. With such a useless introduction, I had been playing this by ear the entire time. 
 
 `` GRRAAA --'' 
 
 A quick sidestep and a swipe of my axe ended another beast's life. I almost felt sorry for the poor bastards. I spotted another monster just down the hall and started tip-toeing towards it. These things were endless, it seemed. All the streets were lined with beasts, with no humans in sight. 
 
 Well, no humans except for one. The one bastard that had tried to shoot me with a goddamn machine gun. 
 
 Something must have alerted the beast to my presence, since I turn towards me and jumped back with a snarl. Ah, bugger; I jumped towards and quickly killed it, slamming the axe down when—wait. 
 
 Did... did that thing just cower in fear? Maybe it was a trick of the light, but I could have sworn that the monster that lay at my feet had raised its hands above its face and cowered in fear. That… that was odd. Did that mean these beasts were—grk! 
 
 A familiar deluge of bullets rained down on me, through a large window that I had dismissed. As I collapsed and felt my vision dim, I could see other beasts make their way out of the woodwork, just as cautious and fearful as the last one. 
 
 Just as I let myself go, I heard a voice echo from a distance. 
 
 “ I should think you still have dreams. Well, the next time you dream, give some thought to the hunt and its purpose… But remember one thing, you ’ re not hunting beasts, it ’ s you – you ’ re the beast. ” 

