A few years ago my family visited The Coliseum in Rome. I honestly hadn’t done my research and went with a blasé tourist mindset of getting to see this amazing structure and experience its rich history. What I wasn’t prepared for was the overwhelming sense of despair and depravity I felt as I listened to the tour guide’s voice in my ear buds explain that the victor and the challenger (often a slave or purposefully weaker creature) would fight to the death. The choreographers would start out with small animals in order to ease and tease the crowd into it and work their way up to humans. This was all done for the sheer pleasure of those in the stands salivating to see blood and gore as someone or something died.