I felt the cold ground tremble beneath my feet as I stepped from the blackness of the ship. The groan of the surrounding earth made me pause for reflection- was my goal truly noble? Was all the carnage worth it? I couldn’t decide, so I gulped down a vial of some triptocaine laced with arsenic, and immediately stopped hallucinating my feet. I realized suddenly, with a clear head, that I wasn’t walking across the arid landscape of my nightmares, but instead being dragged along the bottom of a gully by my neckbones, hooked to metal tentacles, writhing in the ash. “Ha!” I said, watching a woman buried to her neck in the gray matter of children’s bashed in braingluck roll her eyes back into her head feverishly and begin eating her way out. “I could sure use a hypodermic suppository analgesic to ease the screaming sensation coming out of this lump of baby.” I rub my temples gently.
I will admit, I don’t