Ares Monologue 3n6v3x

Ares AhhhhhHHH! BLOOOOD!! VIOLENCE!!! AHHHHHhhhhhh *fading energy* Ares freezes and steps out of character for a moment. I’m tired. Yes, big ol’, nasty Ares is tired. Not physically, no, never physically; but tired of being booed. I’m COOL, and cool GODS deserve standing Os - not this nonsense *mocks boos* pst, weaklings. Why doesn’t anyone enjoy war? What’s not entertaining about ripping the guts out of a victorious soldier in battle? Who decided that it wasn’t satisfying seeing a spoiled, lustful, big-mouthed fighter get his eyes pressed to the point where his head explodes? There are gods to show off their muscles, tits, and ability to grow corn, and they somehow get the applause. But at the end of the day, who will win the survival of the fittest: Ares, the God who has a shield (doesn’t really need it) and a pretty vivid, gory imagination. *chuckles* Ares goes back to his frozen state. AhhhHHHHH!