Last night I was running, and found some antique gold coins amongst bodies of dead fish. Then I was a soldier in training, and the camp was taken over by some rebels. I talked to them and they seemed nice enough. Their leader, an elderly woman took us hostage and I didn't mind. I made friends with her daughter. Then I shot her mother in the spine once. Then in the head once. She had her back turned on me. All the soldiers broke into applause later, and I felt so terrible that I wanted to kill myself.