I had been chasing my monstrosity for weeks in the frigged winter air of the North Pole. I had been lead here by my monster I have created, trying to stop him but always coming too late for my victory. Village after village the creation slowly worked its way up to the north. Seeming to only lust for destruction. I fear I have created something I cannot stop. It does not reason, it does not hear, it does not care who or what is in its way. But this is always leaving me to question "why?” It had been the 3rd week in the North Pole when most of my sled dogs died. I lay; face down in the snow and ice. Was this my final resting place? But a captain of a ship showed hospitality, even with being faced with the face he and his crew were stuck in the ice. I started to tell them why I was here. I had nothing to lose. I already had to deal with the many deaths that had come from me. I was not affected by the blame and guilt any longer.