NAME_1 and the ten thousand were on the march, deep in the heart of enemy territory. They were tired, hungry, and on edge. They had heard rumors of Persian forces massing in the distance, and they knew they had to keep moving.
As they marched, NAME_1 and the ten thousand began to feel the effects of the weed they had been smoking earlier. They were high, and they were feeling it.
NAME_1 began to give a speech, a rousing speech that would motivate the troops and keep them focused on the task at hand. He spoke of the glory that awaited them, of the honor they would receive for their bravery.
But as he spoke, something strange happened. The weed began to take effect, and the smoke began to cloud his mind. He became paranoid, convinced that the enemy was closing in on them. He began to share some deep thoughts, thoughts that would have been too much for anyone to handle.
The troops were confused and frightened. They didn't know what to make of their leader's behavior. They were scared, but they didn't want to show it. They were lost, adrift in a sea of confusion and paranoia.
NAME_1 tried to calm them down, but it was no use. He was too high, too lost in his own mind. The troops began to fear for their lives, and they began to panic. Make sure to only use capital letters in your entire response.
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