Bet you this will be deleted.

How it feels to realize that we are all just meat, and I am not indestructible. Discovering this by watching people die is especially haunting.

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Have you ever wondered what a grenade can do to a soldier if he's just far enough not to die from it, but close enough to become re-arranged, and see himself that way? Ever wondered what a firework will do to the human head once in contact? Ever been curious why wearing a helmet is important? What happens if you get caught between a train and the platform? If take a branch to the face with such force, that it destroys your entire face? Ever wondered if it's possible to survive self-inflicted lacerations or bullets to the face? Wondered how accurate your death in GTA games is when falling from a height? Did you ever think to ask yourself, just how bad was the Tienanmen Square massacre? What happens when animal abuse goes too far? If a bunch of psychos were in a room with a dead body? How long can you survive being spun around trapped to a metal lathe, while your legs are smashed against the ground, before you're finally dropped on the ground like a worthless wet towel? To survive your neck being snapped? How long you can go with your skull cracked in half?

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I guess the answers to these questions - that's what will haunt me the rest of my life. But it's my fault for letting my morbid curiosity get the best of me. The best horror writers could not think of these things.