I'm thinking the most impressive part about these damn stories, dreams, whatever - is that even with the whole slaughtering of weird-ass humanoid creatures (man, they just appear everywhere), I still manage to keep my white suit pristine. These motherfuckers are ugly and straight out of nightmares. They're all teeth and laughs.
Pristine white suit and bringing comrades back from the dead. It's some zombie shit right there, not sure how I ended up with that skill when they were being passed around.