Chris Wright. Warhammer 40,000: Child of Chaos (№ 441163)

... I caught them [insects] with my bare fingers. Picked it up and watched them squirm. Then he tore off their legs, one by one. Sometimes I was stung, sometimes not - it was a kind of game, albeit not a very good one. Once I was struck with a fever for a month from a bite, from which I lay on the mat, seething from the inside and shaking in delirium. I could die, although I didn't particularly care. Having recovered, I again sat in the same place at the entrance and waited for the next one to run within reach. Since then, I've played the other game of approaching the threat and seeing how long I can hold out before I get bitten again.