Ohhhh piano music. It is so soothing. As if nothing in the world could be wrong!

Ohhhh nothing is wrong!

Ohhhh nothing nothing!

The guns blaring in the background and the foreground!

Radio commands going on and on and on, nameless, pointless, meaningless. Listen to them or not, it doesn't make no difference.

What matters is the guns! The guns! That go BLAM BLAM BLAM in then night and day and night and day. If you use them well, you will be around and alive. BLAM BLAM BLAM, GREEN EGGS AND HAM.

And then we fly back in time to the land of funny creatures. Weirdos. But they hate everything and everybody. They slice and bite and kill but they can never die, they respawn all the time. So they kill and die and kill and dieandkillanddieandkillanddie. Endless battle, nameless battle, pointless battle.

Fireballs and lightning bolts! Death and Decay! They are all names of the way I shall be mauled. My green bar on top of my head becomes yellow and red. Red red red! Code red! It's an emergency!

But nothing is wrong. How could anything be wrong with soothing piano music?

I see a flying heart, and part of the brains of another, a hand here but a finger a mile away. Where is the body? Where are the legs?

How come I can't seem to find them? I hold the heart still oozing in my hand, and squeeze a few times. It hurts. I wonder why.

Then I sudden am unable to wonder any further. Where is my head I am able to squeeze out this final thought.

And I look down to see that my hand is missing from my arm.

"Help me, help me, really, please, help me."

Afternote : Help administered, problem solved. Thank you.

tfaduh.