Imagine, if you would, sitting in a forest clearing by a stream. The forest is silent, save for the gentle sound of the water, and a soft breeze moving through the leaves. Imagine that breeze lightly touching your cheek as you enjoy the gentle warmth of the sun as it shines from a cloudless sky.
Okay, now imagine that stream just swells and crashes onto you like a violent tsunami, sucking you in and spitting you out like you're nothing but a plastic bag caught in a tornado. Imagine the leaves turn into knives, forcing you to move faster than you're actually capable of moving, but, driven by the desperate need to survive, you manage, barely, to survive with only a few severed arteries.
Then, it all stops.
The river returns to its gentle flow, the leaves blow gently in the breeze, and you're left there, bloody, exhausted, and eerily relaxed after the worst is over.
This is not a game.
This is a life choice.
This is Chains.