[ WP ] A bullied , abused child is inventing a language to use in a D & D campaign . He accidentally discovers a single word from the Universal Cheat Code .

I was shunned. Forgotten, left behind. 
 
 The scars that were, and will ever be etched onto my skin and my mind. 
 
 I spent my days, dreaming of what could be. 
 
 Only to find that it would never. 
 
 A simple game gave me pleasure, a game of mystic and lore. 
 
 Where I could create my own world, my own life, myself. 
 
 Forget the pain, the sorrow, the emptiness of no love. 
 
 I imagined a world, where all were loved, all were cared for. 
 
 All were provided, all were held. 
 
 I imagined the people, the cultures, the nature that surrounded them. 
 
 And at last, I imagined the language that bound them together. 
 
 That is when I stopped imagining. That is when it became real. 
 
 A simple word found among my suffering, brought forth an end to it all. 
 
 A simple sound that others uttered after discovering my departure. 
 
 Nobody cried, as I watched from the other side. 
 
 I smiled. 
 
 Suicide.
