2006 B.C...or whenever Imhotep was being mummified alive. - Hamunaptra

Greetings. I'm a scarab. My given name is Number 342,389,420,384,297,489,237,423,942,384,635. But you can call me Bob. I like Bob. Anyway. My brothers, sisters, mother and father were running around in a barrel like chickens with their heads cut off. Which are actually pretty tasty. But anyway, we were in the barrel, when all of a sudden, momentum picked up and we were being carried. I felt the vase tip, and I saw a wriggling bag. I could smell flesh. Hmm...smelled like that man who was always around to get bit..Imhotep..hrm. And soon, I landed on it as I went skittering and flying out of the thing I once called Home. Ooch! That hurt. I was being shoved and pushed around. Ack! I fell out..landing on the ground on my back. I looked around after shaking my head, and crawled away. I could take a hint; I knew when I wasn't wanted! Hmph. THE NERVE!! Oh well. Hey, what was this?? Something had put over me..gahh!! I was being made into a jewel! Nooo!

1925 - Hamunaptra.

Well. Here I am. Thousands of years later. Amazing how I'm still here, isn't it? Yessirree..Bob is still sitting here in this jewel. But wait..what was this? I could feel vibrations in the walls..Heh. I heard popping noises. Dunno what it wa--Hey hey hey! I'm moving! Yee-haw! Bob is mo-bile again! AHHHHHH! Dropped to the floor again! Urgh, if only I could get this thing opeenn...Ahh. Light! But..how? I got up, and peered about some. Sight..new sights. Ohh boy am I hungry..Oh my..Yes..I smelled it. Flesh. The one thing that drives me CAH-RAY-ZY..Food! I turned and spotted it. A large, plump human. I raced over, and sliced through his outer skin. (Shoe ;) ) Mmmmm..yes..food is good. I sliced into his grungy foot. But you never can judge a book by it's cover. Though the man may have been a rotting disgusting human on the outside, he had some delicatables on the inside. I heard his vocal cords scream and yell as I ate up through his leg, taking in all I could while I skittered. Mmph, it was a tight squeeze from his waist to his neck. Ooh what have we here? A stomach? Hehehe I plowed through it. PAhh! What was this man's problem!? Eww..I didn't even want to know what he ate. I just skittered from it. His screams were louder..and he began to tremble, and shake. His cries were cut short as I burrowed deeper into his body, biting off a vocal cord to quiet him. It didn't do much good, the boy had a lot. Oh well, it didn't matter. I burrowed up into his skill and munched on his main squeeze. That's when I felt him run. He ran and ran. I saw a fire light up his right side of his flesh as a reflection. But it was all good. Hehe I crushed the front of his skull..so his brain was touching the skin and inner hairs in his forehead. Hey hey..the front is gettin' daarker..He's going to run into a wall or something! AHH HEY WAIIT! *squish, Warden falls down, very dead*

Ow.. And now, you see..I am buggy underworld. Well that's my story. Hope you enjoyed it.