One late night operating session has one of your patients passing on from a chest full of shrapnel. You go in through the chest to the brain so no one sees what your doing. You have it! A pulsing freshly dead pineal gland!You let it dry a couple of days then You skewer it on the end of a stick and hold a lighter to it till it smokes. You inhale the heady fumes and try not to vomit. After smoking about a fourth of the gland you are really fucking high. You are seeing extreme visual distortions in colorful patterns across your vision. You take off your clothes and play your CD's loud. When you tent mate barks at you to turn that crap down you think he is trying to kill you. You bolt and run. He is used to your odd behavior so he says nothing. You run right out of the camp and keep on running like you haven't run since high school during bad mushroom trips. Lost confused and full of fear. You end up in a mine field. You don't know though. You are still running. You get almost to the end of the mined section before you step the wrong spot. Your legs are instantly shredded, the bones spinning up into your pelvis and lower torso.
Your ruined body is launched into the air, flopping and spinning fast. You bounce off a tree shattering your skull and you fall beside the road. That's where a visiting officer finds your body that morning. All cold dead and tore the fuck up.