[b][i]The dream continues for an undetermined length of time. Your thirst becomes unbearable. You're losing control. You find yourself in a desert wearing nothing but and with no supplies. It has been years since you punished the man. In the dream, a lifetime has passed, but online seconds in reality. The man you punished sits in a chair made of freshly murdered corpses.. Behind him is a mountain of a hundred thousand corpses killed by him. This is disturbing to you, but you've got no idea this is a dream - you do not question the logic or how this came to pass. Killing this man will mean the death of a million innocents... But the thirst... You feel your hands rebel from your control and reach for him - the bloodlust is too great. The man laughs at your pain and calls you weak. [/i][/b]