That "hero" did get me

Those Danes, those awfully joyous Danes. Their joyous songs haunt as I wait here to die. That Beowulf character knew what he was doing. I crashed into Herot, as usual, and saw him and his men laying quietly asleep. I crash and thrash until that challenger finally awakens. He knew exactly how to defeat me. He beat me down with his bare hands, knowing that weapons are of no use on me. he beat me and tore of my arm, that little devil. He tore my arm and threw it over the rafters to show how he defeated me. Now, here i sit awaiting my final hour to come and put me out of my misery. Maybe someday, somewhere this man will get what he deserves from the monsters who have befriended me in my life time. May my legacy go on.

Some "hero" come to finish me!

Okay, so the Danes have officially gone mad. They have taken to hiring some "hero" from Geatland. When will they learn I can not, will not, be destroyed. This fellow who calls himself a "hero" is named Beowulf. The people claim he has more strength then any normal man. Ha, I sit here laughing to myself. He thinks he can beat me! Well we'll see about that tonight! I hear them celebrating now, we'll see what they celebrate after tonight! I will not be merciful towards this Beowulf. I will show those fools who really rules this land! May strength be with me as I go on my journey!

My first night attacking Herot

I did it. I really did it. I went to Herot when those drunkards fell asleep. They never saw it coming, those dimwitted fools. They fell asleep so deeply, I had no need to be quiet. I crashed through those splendorous doorways, and those fools still laid silent. I grabbed the first man I could find and crushed him, feeling the splinters I was making in his bones, having the blood cover my face in a horrendously terrific way. Only then did those half-wits finally awake. To bad those few weren't awake for long! Oh, the joy it caused me to hear their terrified screams instead of their joyous songs. I grabbed a few other men and headed back to my little cavern. I am hearing those fools screams in my ear. How fantastic! I've never felt so devious. Right now I'm off to tell my mother of my success! I know she will be proud!

Herot

I sit here waiting for that wretched, joyous sound to stop. It's the new mead hall or Herot. So grand, so glorious, that no man can resist taking in its splender. It makes me want to claw my ear drums out of my ears. Why does everybody else have to happy? Is it so hard for them to be like me? Oh, that noise! I swear I will go down there and punish them for this torture they put me through! Oh, now the queen is singing to the many men of the mead hall, what an awful noise her mouth makes. I hope the go to sleep soon. The way their drinking down there should knock them out pretty quick. Well, the music just stopped so I think I will go teach them lesson. May I be successful!