So a while back, I was thinking about how much it would suck to get torched alive as I was incinerating splicers in Bioshock. Then I had the chance to watch a huge textile mill get engulfed in flames in the middle of the night. The heat was almost unbearable from even the furthest distances. The ashes in the air were nearly palpable. I can't imagine the fear of being in the situation where all the oxygen is being drained from the air and you have nowhere to go. Just being close to a raging fire was enough to strike fear into me. Now I couldn't even imagine having pillars of flame engulf my body. All of a sudden, I felt a displaced sense of pity for the splicers. Now I freeze splicers with the chemical thrower. Because I haven't seen the firsthand destruction of severe cold.