You are a chameleon suddenly granted an anthropomorphic form and menaced by giant insects and sentient Oreos, burdened with the knowledge that each colorful world could be your grave. Oh how you long for the return to blissful ignorance! Oh how you curse this gift of knowledge! You will die! If not on this giant billiards table, then later, elsewhere. Death comes for all chameleons, but this is a fact salient only to you.