Last stand of the flies...

Their origins were humble, looking out above the country they would soon overwhelm. Truly born to be warriors with their metallic armor and featherlight weapons; the day would soon come for the invasion to begin. On the day that fate would call theirs, they emerged in a matter of seconds, only to realize that their plan had a fatal flaw -- what they once thought would be an easily navigated exit turned out to be impenetrable. They were trapped, and the hours were ticking away until the return of the monster that ruled the land below. To no avail they attempted escape, and inevitably the creature returned. Backed against their thwarted route of escape, they were taken out one by one in a brutal first round of battle, but eventually the bloodshed ceased. If only they could have known what tortured awaited them. The monster was not satisfied with killing them one by one, she wanted them to suffer for their gall and skills of evasion. She returned with prisons that bound their arms and legs, but caused no pain, just excruciating starvation. Most of the army was captured this way, men side by side, being cruelly awakened and reminded of his state, just for the pleasure that the beast felt in knowing they were still alive. This massacre went on for days, and surely at any time they will be put out of their misery. Alas, they continue to attract more brave soldiers in the attempt to rescue their comrades. Carry on, fly masters...

This is the so sad story that runs through my mind as I was chasing flies in my apartment with sticky traps. I feel bad for killing them, but not at the same time. Stupid flies. I am the monster in the story, by the way, and I feel this is how it would have gone down if the flies were like Spartans.