{
  "description": "[color=#204a87][i]He was alone on the battlefield after a cruel genocide.\n“How can this be?” he thought. His body didn't hurt, but his feelings. Confused thoughts crowded his mind:\n\n\"Why did I kill them? They were people like me.\nTheir bodies hurt like mine, they hadn't chosen to be here.\nI ate them; they probably had families.\"\n\nHe vomited his last victim. Blood spurted from his mouth. His body was intact, but his feelings were rotting...\n\n\n\n  [/i][/color]"
}