In the darkness, you can feel your body screaming. You reach out to it, attempting to calm it, to take control. This body may be zombified, but it's yours, that much is clear. After all, this is the second life you've spent in it.
"Live!" you command the weary flesh. "Live! Remember who and what you are! You are <playername>! You're a... a..."
Oh god, you can't remember. What was it?
"Live!" you command the weary flesh. "Live! Remember who and what you are! You are <playername>! You're a... a..."
Oh god, you can't remember. What was it?
— Kingdom of Loathing, "Behind the Gash"
