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I was on either a massive ship at sea or a factory that was floating on the water. I was among many hundreds of workers, and we were being forced by sergeants to murder each other. If you did not do your job of murdering your fellow workers, the sergeant monitoring you would murder you. Just to keep everyone on their toes, there was an army of sniper sergeants all over the top decks who would arbitrarily take someone out every few minutes. I was assigned to kill off as many of these snipers as possible, and I was given a scythe as a weapon. It proved very effective, as I was slashing torso after torso in half, with a monitor sergeant walking behind me all the while. It was so easy that I began forgetting that I was taking lives, and it began feeling like a game. I got to one guy whose chest I could not penetrate with the scythe. I had the option to try a different weapon that had a handle made of a saw blade, which I rejected. This guy's chest was impenetrable because he had a metal plate surgically installed beneath his skin, and so I was only able to tear up his skin, even after employing more direct stabbing motions. By remaining alive he was in agony from my attacks, and he lay on the ground screaming. Something was stopping me from being sympathetic. My monitor sergeant suddenly stopped me and knelt down beside the bloody guy. He pressed his fingers into the guy's chest and succeeded in ripping out the entire metal plate, causing the guy to scream louder than ever. I was able to regain my sense of sympathy, and I ended his misery with one swipe.