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Your name is Sato Hiroshi and you are in hell.
Ever since you died in that car accident, you haven't been able to move on, not after seeing the pain your family was going through. You had to stay and watch over them, even if you weren't able to interact you had no idea what else you could do. Your wife spent every day crying at your shrine and your son never left his room.
But time numbs all that ails the hearts of the living, and so time passed and your family picked themselves up and continued on with their lives.
You find you didn't mind as everyday they would leave offerings and prayers to show you still mattered to them and you were content to exist, even fantasizing yourself as guardian spirit, left alone on the earth to watch over them.
But now, your wife, your beautiful wife, is seeing some lowlife and acting like some whore! And your son! Where did you go so wrong that he would turn into such a fat and useless otaku! Wasting all that money you had saved up for his future on worthless and disgusting toys, not nearly enough time spent studying!
They barely even offer a prayer to you once a week or even longer! They're forgetting about you! That's not allowed! Never! They can't forget, and become a slut and her depraved lard of an offspring! He probably wasn't even your kid, no way with how much of a slut your wife is, sleeping around behind your back!
And then the pain came, constant and overwhelming. Consuming all thoughts with hatred and agony! It's all their fault, only them! You would have been so much better off without that fatass retard posing as your son! Lived a life of luxury and had as many women as you could desire without that whore draining your finances dry to pay to her pimp and all the other worthless pieces of shit she would give it up to at the slightest opportunity!
Writhing in pain worse than any other you had ever felt, you very heart burning it's way out of your chest from the sheer rage they inspired, you can only let out one final echoing scream.
And then everything went white.
AN- So, this is my first actual project for any kind of story. I've been a long time fan of many and varied fiction and fan fiction. This specific work is actually a Quest that I just started to run on Spacebattles in their BROB sub-forum. Hope I can keep it up. Any reviews and criticism would be extremely helpful.