Madness string 1643

Random mermaid
When we die we cannot breathe, for death is a tight sweather, and we become dust under the coach.

Sometimes freezing really is the right thing to do, sometimes fleeing is the right thing to do, sometimes putting yourself in harms way is the right thing to do, sometimes fighting is the right thing to do. In situations like that, unless you're somehow trained for them, it seems like your body just kind of randomly picks one.