[ WP ] [ EU ] Re-write your favourite childhood tale , with the twist of giving one of the characters a mental disorder . ( No need to state which disorder it is )

I do n't remember almost anything before The Crash. Or even The Crash itself for the most part. But my memory from the moments I woke up in the sand is crystal clear. The sun was what woke me. Well, really I guess it was the blistering the sun was causing. I did my best to get under cover, but there was not a ton of cover around to be had, so I made the best of what I could in the shade provided by the wreckage. After the pain had passed and my wits started to return to me, I began to look at the landscape and try to figure out where I was. Very obviously a Planet. At that point, my knowledge was extremely lacking, and so all I knew was that it was a planet. One with sand, and air. In the distance I can see some bumps on the horizon, but from where I was, all I could tell was that there were bumps, and nothing as to what the bumps could be. As the sun sank below the horizon I searched though the wreckage for anything I thought could be useful to surviving. Without knowing why, I expected no chance of rescue. I was on my own. Finding little, I picked up my few supplies and started walking toward the bumps. The sun was peeking up when I reached what I could now tell were enormous stone structures, carved intricately and of giant proportions. The buildings all seemed to be shrouded in a bad feeling. Or at least a dark feeling if not a bad feeling. Hurrying, I approached the closest of the temple like structures and looked for some sort of entryway. Eventually I gave up and made the best shelter I could for the day in the shadow of the overhang on the front of the building. I was woken when the sun was highest in the sky, and not by time or anything pleasant. At first I thought it was a wild form of a dog, or a big lizard. Lizard? how could a big lizard get confused for a dog? My brain was n't quite awake at this point, and so I hesitated. It almost cost me my life. The animal became suddenly aggressive, attempting to claw at me and gnashing what I assumed were teeth. Stumbling back from the horror that had woken me, I searched frantically for a weapon. Finding nothing I could use, I continued to retreat from the ever more viscous monster coming after me. As it trapped me in a corner and advanced on me with a predatory and hungry manner, I threw my hands out at it to protect myself in a last feeble attempt. I expected it to tear through my arms and be ripping into my chest, but instead I heard it whimper as it was thrown against the far wall almost fifty meters away from me. I opened my eye to find it beginning to stand and as it looked once more at me it gave a sharp bark like sound before scampering away. What had happened? I looked around to see if I had an unknown savoir, but found no one. After a fruitless search I returned to my shelter and tried to sleep again, but found no solace in dreams, seeing only horrifying lizard dogs and flying beast of rage. 
 
 When I awoke I decided to look at some of the other buildings to see if I could find an entryway of something of use. Upon reaching the second building in the area I began to feel the pangs of hunger that adrenaline and fatigue had previously held at bay. I suddenly realized how dire my situation was and renewed my search efforts with vigor. The third building I decided to search held the reward for my efforts, a small doorway set into the very large doorway that occupied the front of the building, and my luck held, as the small doorway was ever so slightly ajar. I rushed into the doorway, thinking that I had found my salvation. As I entered I found not my salvation, but another of the wretched reptilian dogs, snarling at me as I entered its domain. The Frustration and Anger and Fear of the past two days were pent up and waiting, and so when the dog lizard bared its fangs and growled at me, I let loose my rage and screamed, knowing I would not be saved by another of the miracles that had saved me from the previous beast. And that scream was enough to take the hound and tear it to shreds, as the waves of fury poured out of my mouth and into the air, turning a snarling beast into a pile of meat. 
 
 At that point that was my first thought, meat. I could eat this, if i could cook it somehow. Eventually I managed to cook it using a refraction lens I had salvaged, and upon taking the first bite immediately wretched, it tasted rotten. I tired again, this time managing to stomach it, barely. After a few more bites it was palatable. It did n't take much to fill me up. It was very filling. After eating my fill I did my best to preserve some and then moved further into the structure. There were no lights visible, but it was not too dark to see. It felt like the building was telling me both not to move forward and that there was nothing more important than it. As I got deeper into building it felt that it must be bigger than I had seen from the outsider, or that it was drawing me underground. There was something else too, an energy in the air around me, growing... stronger thicker? It seemed that I would breathe it in, but not out. Like whatever it was, was sticking inside of me. The energy was making me feel stronger, restoring my lost strength. I did n't seem to know where I was going, but there was direction in my walk, a destination in my path. Something was drawing me toward it. Drawing me in. 
 
 As I pass through a door into a room with what looks like a sarcophagus in the center I glimpsed a name on the wall, like a location. Korriban...
