The next three days are like a long exatic dream. Stark raving insane on deliriants. Who wander about laughing with endless energy. Raping, killing. Stark raving nude. An erection that never goes down no matter how much you muscle into mouths vaginas and asses. You tear a wolf apart with your hands and eat its heart. You kill seventeen full armored soldiers who are sent to end you. Your roar sends groups of armed peasants fleeing. You laugh and laugh. When you come down three days later the erection still rages. All coated in blood.