Okay, sure, but do you know how many links I have clicked on in this place with perfectly innocent titles where I got the horror show recoil of the unexpected 'can't erase from your brain' dismembered meat slap?
Risky business...minus the joyous fanny shake in underwear to rocking music when clicking on any link, these days.
Anyway, I like the idea of you in the Running Man scenario.
Would be as fun as an original Star Trek episodes, grinding sulfur to blast the rock like inhabitants in a hostile, foreign terrain.
(Why are things always so much better in my head?)