Project Crimson Canyon: The Banishment of Entropy

"Finally, he capsized over, banging his head against the hard concrete. Blood poured down his forehead in thin streams like the swift cuts of a masterful swordsman. Surely, the pain must have been immense, yet the man didn't even feel it; the pain nor the cool blood now dripping down his neck. All of his focus was solely directed towards the bad writing. In just the short span of seven minutes, it left a mental engraving more traumatic than anything in his life; even the witness of his own goldfish committing suicide."