Scrape away the pain so that a new day can be lived without yesterdays tragedy screaming in the ear. Watching the others with jealous eyes compounded his fractured sense of reality. Brush away the ticking intuition which draws it's voice close to you and whispers "You have had enough." The time to throw in the towel will be dictated by Fate and one's own doing. At times it can be easier to think that the world has forged a menacing plan to consume you on its evolution of devouring souls. And then there are the adventurers who grab life by its throat, pull it close like a famished lover and draw forth from its Mouth of Abundance what they they can get.