The walls bleed, leaching all around me. the taint of the warp overtakes my sense being everywhere and yet nowhere. Smell of rotten eggs, the smell of blood, the sound of a rooster crowing and a feeling of hunger felt long ago. Memories of myself in a separate place and time memories echoes. I see things that happen yet not at the same time. I hear sounds of voice of a friend, I hear voices of friends. We sit around writing things, painting things. Yet I'm hear in battle under a inquisitor as there faceless mook. I hear a voice different from the others. Pick up your dice! read your character sheet and tell me what actions you do. Then I remember that I'm not a sister battle. And I'm sitting around a table. What is going on? We sat down to play wrath and Glory with our gaming club. How do we end this madness. This is weird and even weaker day. Conflict in history's yet I'd still me.