I was awoken by a chorus of screams. My room was dark. The door was open. I passed a bathroom on my left and a cockroach the size of a crocodile ran in front of me, leaving a trail of slime. It stopped and looked up at me and I could clearly see the face of Private Oshiira, the toilet licker. He vomited over my boots. I was terrified. What was happening to me? My legs refused to run. The screams were louder now. Awful smells wafted around me. The cockroach stopped at another door and like a greasy trained seal, it beckoned me forward. I stepped over it and entered the next room. The house inside had changed shape. The rooms were larger now and there were doors everywhere. An earthquake below me seemed to be rearranging the parquet flooring. This next room contained a large king-size Jacuzzi. All around the four walls were some hundred women in sheer negligee chained by the necks. They were lined up numerically with the numbers pinned to their breasts. Many were dead. Many were wishing they were. Major General Dorari in leather was leaning over one, about to climb on top of her. His body had shrunk since I’d last seen him and his head had stretched upward and backward like a giant gourd. He looked at me and smiled before burying his bayonet in the woman. Her scream ceased but those of others around them grew louder. I couldn’t stand to watch so I made for one of the doors. But as I passed the bubbling Jacuzzi I could tell from the smell that it was not full of water but of stale sake. Lying on the bottom of the Jacuzzi beneath the surface of the liquid was Lance Corporal Hokofugu Hama. He was no longer a man. His face was unchanged but his body was that of a wizened old lady and her skin was covered in hard blisters and lumps like a smallpox victim. She was inhaling the sake, sucking it in through her mouth and her nose and her anus, getting larger and larger with every suck until her skin burst and the Jacuzzi was filled with her organs.

(I did warn you. It doesn’t get any better. SP)

I ran to the nearest door, tripping over cockroach Oshiira as I went, so I stumbled into the next room. But this was no ordinary room. It was constructed entirely of the enormous scrotum of Corporal Yatsusuki, which formed a perfect cube, small festering hairs poking out here and there. And through the translucent skin I could see him sitting in the ceiling rafters masturbating. In his other hand he held the severed head of a Chinese woman.