Beowulf. Retold.

Beowulf. Retold.

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see at the start of this story basically what Grendel is doing is every night when Hrothgar settles down to have himself a sweet party in his meadhall Grendel comes charging out of the swamp humps the door down and proceeds to play cockhockey with the internal organs of all the people who are trying to get their booze on he does this FOR TWELVE YEARS there are several shocking things about this one is that these are twelve years of solid murder we are talking about but more importantly where do they keep getting dudes to come to these parties after say the first SIX YEARS of unstoppable death you would think word would get around like hey party at Hrothgar's crib tonight are you coming nah man I hear THERE IS A MONSTER THERE WHO MURDERS EVERYONE but perhaps most bizarre is the fact that Hrothgar CONTINUES to party throughout these 12 years this is clearly a man who is committed to partying i mean think about it TWELVE YEARS that's twice as long as WORLD WAR TWO and yet every night Hrothgar mops the blood off his floor invites all the friends who survived the last massacre and does that shit all over again AND HE NEVER RUNS OUT OF MEAD