Try to imagine walking through the woods alone, at night. It's virtually silent and nearly pitch black. If it weren't for the rustling of trees and the light of the moon, you'd swear the world had abandoned you. You walk, aimless and confused, for hours on end, but the relentless terrain and unfathomable size of your cage of open earth leaves you no closer to sanity than the simmering voices that have since joined you. Crushed and hopeless, with every straining muscle in your threadbare body aching and exhausted, you fall upon your only choice, to submit to the night and rest. Just as you lean against a tree, POW, a swift punch to the throat and jab to the kidney. You've been ambushed. But seriously, send us pictures of your boobs.