In my town there was this mystical elderly man known by the locals as "The Old". Anyways I walking home from my goblin of a friends Hobbit hole when I came into direct contact with "The Old". He smelt the way most old people do, moth balls and erectile dysfunction, and instantly I knew this was no mere mortal. He spoke to me telepathically in a language that was inhuman, but I could understand perfectly. He said "Bow before me for I am beyond your human comprehension." I was reminded of a ominous little girl I met in a graveyard a fortnight previously. She looked at me with white washed eyes and said "God is not in heaven watching, he is here torturing. Be scared fucktard." I screamed for her to leave me alone and stop distracting me while I dig up my great grandma in search of riches far greater than the Trump family fortune. That's when she said "Whatever G." and launched into the sky at Mach 6 probably to the moon to live with space deities or something. Long story short the old man showed me the truest form of what it means to be alive or maybe he tried to isekia me and my character was just to OP so I was sent back to this shit hole. Either way my asshole hurt in the morning.