Originally Posted by Jordo!

Somewhere, under the blinding heat of a noon sun, the bludgeoned remains of a roan lay festering. A multitude of insects scurry along the numerous valleys gouged deeply along its hide from a post-mortem beating.

Suddenly, a stranger emerges holding a louisville slugger. The handle is wrapped in tape for a firm grip. He lifts the bat over his head, spits once in disgust, and brings the wooden club down on the dead horse with all his might. The ribs of the horse buckle in from the blow, dislodging worms and ants from their activity.

The fetid stink of decaying meat wafts up with the blow, stings the man's nose. He pauses, catching his breath, then swings the bat down again and again. He's working up a sweat now, only just getting started.

This goes on for some time...