Tranceclover: the Metamorphosis

They abandoned us here so we could live for them. Selfish bastards. "A realm for survival," they'd said-what a joke. They'd probably tell you what they've done to us is for the greater good. They'd probably gaze upon us with disgust at our revulsion for this existence they thwarted upon us. ...But, as we've seen time and time again, dead men tell no tales. They put us up on display like pretty fruit in a bowl to be devoured before ripening. They, failures, with an inability to care for their own earth idolized us... children. We weren't ready. And, now, I'm just Bitter.