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I had always figured it was all panic and superstition. I've seen plenty of women and little kids torn to pieces, and the culprit wasn't no monster. Men do it just fine.

The son of a bitch got just what he wanted. A big, heroic sacrifice. Now the rest of us are left to clean up the mess. He probably thought he was being selfless or something. But look what he left behind. What he did, that's the most selfish thing you can do. I want to find the jerk who convinced males that martyrdom is cool and kick him in the teeth.

Your kid gets attacked by wolves, there's no way to get revenge on the wolves, so you blame the village weirdo. 'I saw that guy turn into a wolf!' All the legends can be traced back to something like that - people needing a scapegoat. They've found old skeletons with stakes through their rib cages, where the villagers went crazy and stabbed some poor dude because they decided he was a vampire, when he was probably just an insomniac with anemia. Witches, they were just any elderly women in the village who never got married - the men decided they were old and ugly and worthless and so they blamed them for every disease and bad batch of crops. Just burned them alive, no family to come to their defense. They didn't have witch hunts because they believed in witches. They believed in witches so they could have witch hunts.

But as far as I'm concerned, if the object isn't killing anybody, it isn't "cursed". I've had it in the junk room for four months and it hasn't inconvenienced me once.