Create enough hunger and everyone becomes a criminal.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
I predict a bad end for your race humans. Every sentient creature on this earth when it falls into want, poverty, and misfortune usually cleaves to its own because it's easier to survive the bad times in a group helping one another, but you humans you just wait for a chance to make money from other people’s mishaps. When there’s hunger you don’t share out your food you just devour the weakest ones. This practice works among wolves since it lets the healthiest and strongest individuals survive but amongst sentient races such selection usually allows the biggest bastards to survive and dominate the rest. Come to your own coclusions and make your own predictions.
"Do you know it is nearly seven?"
"Oh! It always is nearly seven."
"Well, I'm hungry."
Translated from the Russian by Kathleen Cook
I promised to protect them. Promised them their enemies would die screaming. How do I make starvation scream?
The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living, and so we cannot die. But neither are we dead. For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.
An empty stomach is the Devil's playground.