My PC underwent the bargain February 7th, 1968, in Vietnam during the Tet Offensive. After being resurrected, he is dragged into the Underworld by the ghosts unleashed upon the area by the war. Lost, injured, and completely unaware of his surroundings, he journeyed into the Great Below lead by his geist, the Holy Engineer. He wandered for weeks, forced to survive while honing his newfound powers, something was drawing him ever deeper though. It wasn't long after he came upon the Junkyard dominion, its laws demanding perfection through evolution calling out to him and his geist. What he didn't realize however, was that the dominion held no intention of letting him leave. He was stuck there for the next four months, every day the servants of the kerberoi asking if his design was ready to be tested. At first he almost enjoyed it, pit fighting to the cheers of a ghostly crowd, the constant surge for perfection, and discovering the limits of both himself and his geist, but the longer he stayed the deadlier each day became. Soon he was demanded more to fight, and when refused, threatened with the Crushers of the dominion. One day he was challenged by one of the leading ghosts of the arena, and despite his wishes, he was forced to fight. The fight raged for what seemed like hours before finally the creature took the upper hand, severing his arm before pausing to bask in his victory. Before the creature could react, O'Neill had uprooted one of the metal stakes around the arena and impaled it through its corpus. Before it could discorporate however, O'Neill took the opportunity to claim its arm as his own.