"Hell yeah!" you exclaim again, "I love Pelvic Apocalyptathrust!" The two of you agree to meet up that evening for the concert. You show up just as the doors are opening in your most metal polo t-shirt. The concert begins right on time, and it's everything you imagined it could be; there's blood and violence and alcohol eveywhere. Drunk on adrenaline and whatever else might have wandered into your system, you join the chaos of the mosh pit. It's a lot of fun, but your soft supple body is quickly pounded into a heap and then trampled to death on the ground.