My eyes slowly open, but all I can see if pitch black. "Great," I utter to myself...another one of THOSE days. Ahhh fuck this! I move the heavy slab, the dust shifting onto my face, the grinding of the stone barely touching my ears. I then slowly rise and can feel all my cracking bones and loose tissue hanging off my frame invigorated with life once more. "I live again!" I whisper in my most sinister of tones. Heh heh, always wanted to say that! I then grab the pitchfork at my feet and instantly know I have a long perilous journey ahead of me....I journey of finding the right colored keys for the right colored doors, and making cheesy one-liners about death and destruction. Yes, I'm in the 90s and it is GLORIOUS!"