...ething that took advantage of human emotions. That made it very evil.
He picked up the necklace and wore it. Nothing. He waited, and nothing came about. Taking it off, he set it down on the table. He looked for some sort of switch or click on it, but there was no mechanical changing action whatsoever. Finally, he tried wrapping it around the headstock of his mystic guitar. Giving it a strum, it just shot out a slowly moving cloud of reddish-black dust.
Django yanked it off, starting to become annoyed. He put it back on the table, aimed his guitar at it, and fired a revealing shot. The shot bounced off the amulet and into his eyes.
"What is this, Fuck With Me Day?" he shouted, backslapping the necklace off the table and into the garbage.
Which is how it ended up in the Miracle City dumps.
A stoned Gypsy woman, carrying a bottle that was, for some reason, in a brown lunch bag, was stumbling along and looking through the trash heaps for stuff to sell. That was how she found the necklace. Its eye made it stand out against the pizza box it was in. Picking it up, she smiled. This could easily be sold at $500.00 more than it was worth. She stuffed it into her pocket.
However, not being a push-over when it came to keeping magical items, she listened to her...