The drug coarsed through my veins like a fire in a match factory, my heart about to explode, my mind ready to implode.
Demons danced in my vision speaking universal truths and lost lies to me, some I recognised, others I was about to get to know.
The demons cackled something about "The Flesh Of Fallen Angels" and "Mirrors Are More Fun Than Television"
I paid no attention to the hellforms and kept on pushing through the snow to get to the truth behind this torture but the words kept on ringing in my head.
Then a flash behind my eyes, a vision of hollywood, an actor who hadn't done his homework, a snafu of epic proportions, the pain raced through me and I pass out.
Time passes.
My vision returned and I find myself on the floor, a V hophead standing over me with that maniacal look in his eyes that says he is about to go loco any second.
His mouth opened up like a zipper and the words he spoke came out like shards of broken glass.
"WhErE iS tHe PrElOaD MaX?"
I knew right then the horrible truth, the reality of unreality, that freewill is at the discretion of the overlords.
Reaching for my trusty sidearm I prayed to the great gamer in the sky....