The murky-skinned Ogre bares its sharp teeth in a twisted snarl. It smashes its way through my allies with mighty strokes of its great stone club. But that eye, that awful, tormenting, yellow eye, it never moves its focus off of me. I tell my arms to lift my weapon and fire, but they just hang there at my sides, dead and unresponsive to my commands. That eye, that horrible yellow eye, just keeps staring its piercing stare. I feel it reaching in and stabbing at my brain. It forces me to stand there and helplessly watch like a coward as my friends fall, one after another.