Humanities weakness.
You turn around, heart racing, desperate to escape. But before you can even make it a few steps, a sharp pain sears through your chest. It’s so sudden and intense that you collapse to the ground, gasping for breath.
Your eyes begin to burn with an unbearable heat, the pain sharp and blinding. You try to blink, but your vision fades, going darker with every passing second.
Something is happening to you.
You can feel your eyes—your own eyes—pulling back into your skull, as if they’re being retracted. The sensation is agonizing, like the very essence of your body is being torn apart.
Then, the pain shifts to your bones. They start to expand, stretching and snapping through your flesh and skin. Every bone in your body feels like it’s growing at an unnatural pace, tearing through you like a gruesome process of transformation. The ripping sensation is unbearable.
Finally, the pressure on your skull intensifies. It feels as if your head is being crushed, your brain caged in by an invisible, tightening grip. You can feel your head caving in—squeezing, crushing.
Then, with a sickening POP, everything goes silent.
You die.
A slow, agonizing death. You will never understand what happened to your friends. You will never know what became of the world outside. All that remains is the darkness.
Your eyes begin to burn with an unbearable heat, the pain sharp and blinding. You try to blink, but your vision fades, going darker with every passing second.
Something is happening to you.
You can feel your eyes—your own eyes—pulling back into your skull, as if they’re being retracted. The sensation is agonizing, like the very essence of your body is being torn apart.
Then, the pain shifts to your bones. They start to expand, stretching and snapping through your flesh and skin. Every bone in your body feels like it’s growing at an unnatural pace, tearing through you like a gruesome process of transformation. The ripping sensation is unbearable.
Finally, the pressure on your skull intensifies. It feels as if your head is being crushed, your brain caged in by an invisible, tightening grip. You can feel your head caving in—squeezing, crushing.
Then, with a sickening POP, everything goes silent.
You die.
A slow, agonizing death. You will never understand what happened to your friends. You will never know what became of the world outside. All that remains is the darkness.
