This is an experiment in first person writing. It seemed easier to express the insanity by putting you right inside his mind. The next chapter will be in the normal viewpoint.

What is life? Is it breathing air, drinking water, and eating food? Or is it fighting to survive and killing before you are killed? Perhaps it's merely existing as a consciousness, aware of yourself but not necessarily what is around you. This was the problem I now faced.

I was incredibly weak; quite an impressive feat for someone who had their mind unceremoniously shattered into a million pieces. I wasn't sure what this new presence was, perhaps I was alive after all. Perhaps the sword hadn't killed me. My last memory was grabbing the sword... and then a uniquely excruciating pain that also felt numb at the same time.

Yes, I'm alive. Slowly the darkness ebbed and the world around me came into focus. Shifting my vision downward I was met with nothing but the ground. "My legs! Where are my legs!" I shouted! I looked around quickly, panicking. I quickly gathered that this was my domain; it really needed redecorating. Everything seemed too orderly now.

I ran around searching for a mirror and when I finally came upon one I uttered out a scream. "I'm reduced to a floating cloud of gas!" I was positively freaking out now. How could I face my old colleagues like this? Perhaps I could avoid them for the next several millenium. Hmm, yes, or perhaps there's a more long term solution.

I glanced at a nearby wall... disgustingly ordinary. A few magical lights, a white stone wall, and blue trim. In fact, every wall in this horrid place was like this. Maybe I could use magic and redecorate.

With a mere thought I changed the walls to multi-color plad. Bright yellow, dark blue, light pink, blood red, and green the color of the grass in your neighbor's lawn. Now this was more my style! I changed the lights to strobe, and I changed the normal everyday large windows into jagged gaping holes in the wall.

I absolutely needed to change the shape of the castle though. It seemed to ordinary. The thought just came to me, and in an instant a massive explosion rang out in the distance. Floating to a window I looked at large and small pieces of earth flying through the air in every direction from a mile away. A particularly large chunk was flying right at the section of the castle I was in.

It was at this exact moment, as the castle rained down upon me as its defenses crumbled to falling earth, I realized everything I was thinking was becoming reality. "Aha!" I shouted as I imagined myself as a bugbear. "My old buddy Bahamut will surely be happy to see me. I can't wait to stir up hell like the old days! Slaughtering villages, cross-dressing, and issuing random commandments just to mess with our faithful!" I laughed incredibly hard, far more than I should have. Ah the good old days.

You know, the old days weren't really that great. They tried to take my sword from me! That glorious, powerful sword. They always held me back. It wasn't the sword that won the war, it was me! I destroyed the elemental chaos! I did all the work! I deserved praise. I deserve far more than that. I deserve to mount their heads throughout my castle. They deserve to die like I did! I'd be the one to slaughter them all.