Howdy,

This is a victim of the Dragon Plague. This plague began existance in modern day alaisia, where in monsterously muscled Dragoons roam around with some mild frequency. The plague is quite specific. It rots away your muscles with amazing speed, sucking you down to about this guys stature in all of 2 days. While the plague won't KILL you, you sure will wish your dead, especially if you've worked your whole life to become beefy and hot.

The plague also has one other specific side effect, it causes the brain to release a variety of chemicals in the brain that stimulate near hallucinogenic responses in the senses. Imagine that feeling you get when you sit up real fast and stretch and almost pass out. Then imagine feeling that 24/7.

Plague victims are brought to a gigantic tower that was built to quarentine them. While it's not exactly nessecary to do so, nobody wants to suffer such an ill fate. There is no cure for the plague at this point, merely being quarentined.

The tower, on the other hand, is it's own social structure. Within its depths people mull about in a near orgasmic state of dillusion. Orgies rain rampant, drugs and needles are passed like joints, and people rave and dance like maniacs. This plague victim, however, is one that does'nt care. He's angry, and he wants out.

How he manages to escape, is a secret i can't yet reveal. However, i'll give you a hint. He's holding a rusted, old, metal flag pole in his hand, with a rope still partially attached.