I let out a sigh as I look down at the body of the lucky bastard that got to leave this plane.
Am I even human? I can't live, and I can't die.
I suppose the only thing I can do is continue on, perhaps it is foolish to think this was a sign that things can change, but I try harder anyway.
No, maybe I'm thinking about this wrong!
Maybe I shouldn't fear this power... Now that I think about it, something has always been strange...
Things have always either gone overwhelmingly good or bad for me, not once have I had any mixed results.
Maybe, if I have more 'luck' than someone it always goes in my favor, and otherwise things go the worst they can possibly happen?
Can fate really allow such unfair odds?
But I was ready to end it all just a moment ago, what harm is there in gambling this theory just once?
What I need.... is resolve... a goal!
I suppose a noble goal would be to throw myself into the darkest depths of the underworld and let my curse loose.
But that's not what I really want, I want my life back.
No, if there's some god or deity that did this to me, I want them to pay!
Whoever they are, wherever they are, I want THEM to know that sooner or later their own luck will run out one day, and that when that day comes, I'll be there.
I'll survive this, no matter what, and dispel this curse for good!
But, surviving is no easy task.
To survive when even the world itself is out to get you, you have to prepare.
With a newfound resolution, I planned, modifying my clothes to contain many different hidden pockets for stolen sentimental items.
Emergency charms were a must if my theory was correct.
If all I need is to be luckier than my enemies, I'll gladly suck all their fortune away and float to the top!
Giving a few passersby a bad day is a small price to pay for my success.
Now, it's time to stare into the abyss, if I'm lucky, maybe it will stare back...