As the pit expands before my eyes, nothing but despair fills my spirit. Slowly I wade though the muck getting ever closer to the goal at hand. The prized jewel of the Akjdablad sits in the center of the room. It's ruby glow mezmerizes me more and more as I slowly creep forward. What seems like the longest minute finally passes and I am close enough to see my tired reflection in the gem itself. As I reach for the prize I had been seeking for so long, a low omnious hum lets out. Thousands of bones emerge from the muck consolidating into a horrendous being. It is none other than the cursed Yesdfnfdglarg, the warrior who was forgotten by time and left to rot protecting this jewel crafted from the hearts of ten lichs. Is curved bone blade built from the many spines of unlucky adventureres slowly unsheathes from his skin scabbard. He lowly hums ancient words of a forgotten time as if he is beckoning me to and provoking me to finally end his torment. My hands begin to ignite as I conjure a spell of fire so hot that it could melt the strongest Dwarven forged armor with merely a touch. I imagine the Yesdfnfdglarg's eyes would be wide if that they were in their sockets to gaze at the inferno he was witnessing erupting from my hands. He raises his bastard sword made spines to cut me down so that my soul and body would be one with his grotesque being. My incantion only needs words to be spoken to be complete. "KLAATU BARATA NIKTU," I cry out loudly. My words loud enough to shake a castle's wall down, ignite the final stage of the spell as the purest fire from the hottest hells spill out of my hands at the guardian of the jewel. For the first time in eons the creature feels pain once more, and crys out with tongues of old. Its body shakes it is vanquished by my power fit for the strongest titan of the fire planes. I reach out once more grasping the jewel in my hand. Its glow slowly fades as I absorb its power. I feel its energy melding with mine in my veins. With this increased power I finally will be able to extract my revenge. I will be able to crush the King of Hasdngklweg. And take what is rightfully mine. A real description.
❝50. One of the strangest events of my entire life happened when I was real young about seven or eight. I was on a bus going from one terminal to another at the airport. On the bus was just me, my mom, and a heavy-set spanish guy sitting near the back. As my stop came up to get off. The man spoke up and said “Hey kid you any good at math?” I responded with a quiet, “yes,” and a smile spread across his face. “Stick with it,” he said, “It’ll pay off.” After that we got off the bus and went on to the terminal. Though not exactly super creepy, that event still haunts me.❞