Throat parched, skin patched, coupled with sudden violent urges to claw away at the very flesh that burdens the failing decrepid structure he once deemed a man. Tongue clammy, coated in a light secretion of the unexplained he maneuvers to swallow at what little moisture remains. He's then overcame in a barrage of sporadic zaps in his conscience catching small grimmaces of the small, yet detrimental choices he's compiled to draw...