Who Is the True Monster?

Men and womenfolk of the village, I stand before you a miserable wretch. You chase me with torches and pitchforks. You hound me, rain or shine, to the town’s very limits. And can any of you answer why? I beg of you, look within yourselves and ask: Who is the true monster here? Me, an eight-foot colossus created from human viscera with the sole purpose of killing and destroying? Or, perhaps, could it be you, who want me to leave town for some reason?