Rage has ruled me for so long that I don't want to

think anymore. I've tried to claw my way out, but

I am sealed in. It seems the game is designed to

make me lose. It's weight slowly drags me down. I

draw a breath as I slip under. The dim light fades

as descent begins. I have to fight my way through.

Stark flesh sinks through the freezing liquid

darkness. Pale hands bound before me, rushing

deeper with every heartbeat. I will not relent to

despair. As depression contricts it's coils close

in around me. Depression contricts. My will is the

blade that cuts the coils from around me.