I seethed in quiet frustration as I sucked the cut on my thumb, glaring at the rotted and rusted chest sitting on the desk in front of me.

  Oh yeah I'll go and get grandpas old war chest, no problem mom! Oh? What's that? You just want the jewel inside of it? No problem mom! It's not a problem at all! I want to spend three days driving your shitty ass car to drive 3 states over to your dads old and abandoned house!

  I snorted at the thought of actually agreeing to come out here to the middle of no where to grab some old family heirloom. If she wants it so much why can't she come out here herself?

  Now... how to open this thing? It's rotten but rusted, the metal edges jagged and sharp, my bleeding thumb proving that.

  But maybe... I could just let it fall to ground right? The impact should shatter it like an egg on concrete. I nodded in acceptance at my brilliant logic and slowly began to pull the rotted chest to the edge of the desk when it happened.

  The earth began to rumble and shake as though a sleeping giant had awoken from a deep slumber, it's body moving the land as it slowly awakened.

  I watched in muted terror as I fell to the ground, the rotted and rusted chest transformed into a hideous abomination with teeth longer then my head and a tongue longer then I swept from its maw and engulfed my head and for a instant I knew true pain before all became black.

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  I looked into the abyss in silent apathy. Time has long since become meaningless. For all I know I could have been here for hours or weeks.

  As time passed however I did something useful as I floated in the endless expanse of darkness. I rethought my life. While it's something I'd never do in normal circumstances, it's all I can do to stay sane right now.

  My name is Bartholomew Paisley, a 18 year old midget with more then a few anger management problems, though I can probably ve forgiven on that account due to my childhood. My father abandoned my family when I was six, quite literally for me actually as he left me at the park, never returning.

  I was there for two days before mom found me, cold and hungry under the slide.

  After that day my mother became much more distant, preferring to work then come home to me and my sister Cassidy. She came home to drop off groceries and money for the two of us, leaving a incompetent baby sitter to watch over us.

  My sister left me 2 years ago after skipping 2 grades and graduating high school, deciding to go and see the world on her own and breaking our promise to always be there for each other.

  That's when my anger began to get the best of me. My doctors said that my blood pressure was so high I was able to have a fucking heart attack if it got any higher!

  And then mother called and asked me to come and get that damn jewel from granddads chest in the basement.

  Looking back I amounted to nothing. I could barely pay my rent, my last girlfriend left me and I was killed by a piece of furniture. What a joke....

  If only I was alive. I'd try and actually BE someone then just sit around and get angry.

  I starred at the screens for what felt like ages. I died near the Jewel of Genesis? But the only jewel I was around was Granddads... jewel...

  Did mom know about this? Is that why she wanted me to get it?

  No no, that doesn't matter right now. My wish was granted! I'll be someone all right with this! I'll be a fucking DUNGEON MASTER and make my name known to the world!