Jonah couldn't help but sigh as he took in the mass of corpses and gore before him.
Wasn't this supposed to be fun?
Having hundreds of people answer your beck-n-call, never questioning it, never disobaying it, and worshiping you like God all the while.
All your needs fulfilled by ants that worked and operated beneath you not a thought beside you in their simple little minds.
That's what the documentaries and interviews made it seem like, paradise and fun for one, hell for others.
Jonah however found it couldn't be further from the truth, it was helish to keep track of, and make over 300 people stay in line for a prolonged period of time, especially in such a direct and personal manner.
The daily speeches, the weekly rituals, the constant annoyance, it was all just to taxing.
So he eventually decided to end his little project and next thing the near 300 people, or ex-people, thought that they had accended to the next plain.
5 years down the drain in just 1 night.
"Idiots..."
Getting up from his wooden throne Jonah walked over to the closest of the tables, it mohagany wood covered with a makeshift tablecloth, the one that held his most loyal believers corpse.
Hunched over and laying still, blood dripping from her orifices and into the tablecloth creating a small pool of blood.
What was her name again?
Jonah pondered for a moment and then shook his head, it didn't really matter anyway.
In the grand sceem of things she was just another spec of dust in the uncaring reality of the universe that felt she had purpose.
And so she died just like all the others who though themselves purposed, pitifully and uselessly under the direction of another.
Reaching around her Jonah grabbed the small wooden cup they lay by her side, it's remaining contents spilled out.
He observed it for a moment before throwing it to the side, it held no importance to him, it existed solely due to the fact he wished to do nothing for these pigs.
So he had instructed them to create their own utensils and kitchenware out of whatever they could find, same went for all the other furniture in the mess tent, as well as the mess tent itself.
Jonah took another look around and let out another sigh, he really wasted his 20's for this...
'I should get going'
With nothing left to do he began wading his way through the assortment of tables and bodies strewn about in the tent making a quick exit.
After all there was no reason to stick around, he certainly wasn't going to bury the bodies.
He would simply burn the camp down, bodies included, and make a re-entrecnce into society.
Taking in a breath of fresh air Jonah stretched out his back, popping it, before reaching into his pocket and taking out his lighter.
Or maybe more aptly his father's lighter, a relic from the Vietnam War.
It was the only thing he got as well as wanted from his father's inheritance.
It was practical.
Flicking it on Jonah stared at the flame for a moment before bringing it to the patchwork mess tent and setting it ablaze.
The fire spread quick due to how dry the tent was, take a few seconds a most to collapse and fall over the mess below.
With a hum Jonah walked around his now desserted camp and set the rest of whatever he could ablaze.
"Looks like I was right"
Having an easily flammable living space was why he had made the idiots make tents instead of cabins.
If it ever came to it when someone discovered the abandoned encampment the less that remained the better.
With a whistle Jonah flicked his lighter closed and put it back in his pocket, back as the place burned, a cleansing conflagration wafting through it.
As much as he would have liked to watch the place burn it was already sunset, and he didn't feel wading through a forest at night was a good idea.