My kind's seen it all. We've done whatever we damn like and anyone in our way is screwed. That's our problem. No, not just my kind. It's all of our problem. During my great-grandfather's life, he was unstoppable. He was THE King of the Monsters. Nobody fucked with him. Not even other monsters. Well, that's half true. He'd duke it out with a few of my (unfortunate) friends' relatives He'd crush through the human's cities like they were just cardboard. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he fought a giant space turtle that flies around and shoots lasers out of his eyes.
..Back on subject. Grandpaps was legendary. And then came my grandfather. He and some other monster were fighting in a human city, and he won. Of course. And instead of cowering in fear for the big guy, they celebrated him. What? He's the ruler of you all! You piss your pants in terror, not look at him as a hero! Because of that one fight, his descendants are automatically associated as heroes, right down to me.
And how does this upset my fellow monsters? Sometimes they team up with me or another monster for just one fight, and that just makes people think we're all allies with each other. And now we are. My generation is now allies with each other. We have to be. We're locked up on a small island by the humans, and they think we won't escape. Like that hasn't happened before. We practically "escape" almost every freakin' day because some alien or whatever is just trying to live their life, and the humans look at that as "evil", so they "accidentally" turn off the fences, and we're supposed to teach the "threat" a lesson. Then we're herded back to the island. Rinse, lather, repeat. I'm sick of it.
It's not fair that monsters like me have to stay cooped up while "gods" like Mothra are allowed to waltz around as they please, because they're soo pure.
The worst part is that my own son will have to grow up in this dump. He's four years old, and still pretty small. That's scary. My dad told me we're supposed to grow pretty fast. Almost become an adult by ten years. When I was four, I was pretty damn huge! Big enough to destroy a one-story house! But my son's still almost the size of an average human, if not taller by a foot. I mean, I heard one of my relatives was like that as a kid, but hell if I know. My family's a mutation. Our genetics are fucked. My dad died because his heart was an nuclear bomb waiting to explode, but I-I don't want to talk about it.
To sum it up, humans are assholes, not us. Get it right,
