I spent most of my life trying to get by with whatever happiness I could, that included alcohol, food, and porn.
My death was unpleasant and humiliating. However, death is something we all need to go through. A bit like a proctology exam; necessary but never anything one wants to go through while it’s happening.
However, death was supposed to be the end of it. Either way, the pain, suffering, and failures were supposed to be over. I was supposed to wink out, or perhaps take a trip to a lovely afterlife!
No, I ended up as a small stone, strapped to a table, while a pimple-faced teenager rubbed my facets and told me how ‘lovely’ I was. Last time I checked, birth wasn’t supposed to be as embarrassing as death!
Life as a dungeon core isn’t all bad. I like watching lizard love triangles and snooping on militaristic dwarves; though there is that issue where I’m trying to free myself from the entanglements of the Gods….ok, yeah that last one is a bit of a problem.