I meant hours later (tonight), and hours later + sleep (tomorrow).
Duck Stories: The Cursed First
A lone figure trudges through the sands of the oceanic abyss, moving to and from the underwater dunes, its passage marked only by the ever growing trails of webbed footprints emanating from it.
All its life, it has known only solitude. Upon his birth, it was overjoyed at the sensory overload of merely existing. The cool liquid that flowed around his body, soaking it in a feeling of peace and tranquility. The light reaching down on it, so distorted and yet so mesmerizing. The loose and packed terrain it stepped on, the picture of a stalwartness and stability. To it, this was a world built solely for the purpose of its birth. And so it declared itself The Duck, King of all it could Survey.
And after this declaration, the very place where he stood was illuminated with bright light. The very sea seemed to part in the place where he stood, and from a multitude of long arms with seemingly divine hands, a gold crown of stars was placed upon the top of The Duck's head. Shining with a brilliance the waterfowl had never seen before, he took this event as a sign that he was truly blessed. A creature made by creators who loved it so, and in turn, he loved them.
He walked throughout the world, venerating them and giving thanks for every new discovery he made. Which, to be frank, was not much, considering he was but alone in this world. All over creation where his little legs could take him, he waddled and waddled. A smile on his bill and spring in his step.
But as time passed, he felt his age wear on. After a month, he discovered "hunger". A little gnawing thing, that did not truly cause him pain until well after he was aware of it. Though he could ignore the pangs at the beginning, they tore into his insides as The Duck matured. Pain came with every step of his feet, every flap of his wings, and though he tried to hold onto the feeling of elation from his birth and crowning, the constant nagging pain at his side came as a damper to any good memory he had.
Surely, the creators, in all their power and glory could see him struggle. So…why hadn't they helped him?
This caused him to slowly grow to resent his birth, his creation. What makers would provide such an accursed world, that could not provide for its sole creation? He wanted desperately to believe that he was loved, that he was cared for and that those who made him wouldn't abandon him. Surely they would come back for him, to take away this wretched feeling? He was their creation, their child. The King they Crowned. Why would they do all this, just to forsake him?
Then in his own mind, he understood. He wasn't a blessed existence, but one born with a curse. A curse to live and die knowing pain. But not just that—it wasn't enough to know pain. He had to know joy, peace, thankfulness, and have it brutally ripped from him. For their twisted enjoyment, or to sate their curiosity, he could not say why they would do this. But he knew that this was not the experience of one who was loved.
With his dying quack, he cursed the world, and lofty beings who dared to give him such a life of misery. Though with such power, they must have been born with many gifts, he knew one thing they did lack. Mercy. And thus, with one last hateful glare towards the sky, the life of this singular creature ended. His flesh turned to dust, and his bones left to dry. The crown, ever gleaming, to live out the rest of this Turn uninterrupted.
Last minute Omake for votes? It's not great or anything, but it came from the heart.
It's not super accurate to the update in terms of events, but in a way he did die proud. Spiting the world and whatever made it. Like a true duck would.