|washes of color, distant warm feelings of home and homeland… did you have family? Friends? Children? Your only reality now are these dim dungeons, corridors of stone and steel, underground factories powered by slaves on the anvil, slaves with pick axes and shovels, slaves made of many races, made one race covered in soot and slime. This reality is itself distant and fuzzy, like the foul tasting drink you’re force fed every morning that keeps your mind and body submissive, too foggy to rebel, too weak to resist.