"This is not the royal reception."

[adamzero]

I'm sitting with an empty plate, in an open room.

I've got forks, knives and napkins. Wine. Water.

There is a buffet before me. I am hungry. So hungry.

I've held back from that which is waiting to be taken.

The urge. Oh, hunger.

Something is wrong. What is it?

This is not the prize I want.

What I want, is the hunt.

I stand up, and toss my knife in a garbage can.

This. This is going to be the time of my life.

Run.