With the swooping sensation of stepping over a cliff edge, Church plunged into the Meta.
Also much like walking off a cliff, the immediate follow up sensation was agony. Utter fucking agony, mind blowing and hideous. Church thought he’d been familiar with pain; he thought death by tank shell and being blown up from the inside had taught him everything worth knowing about hurt. The Meta made those experiences laughable, trivial by comparison. Church’s entire awareness was subsumed by drowning in fire, being crushed by screams, thrashing desperately in a maelstrom with no beginning or end.
Alpha Alpha ALPHA alpha Alpha AlPhA ALPHA
“Wha-AAARG! What the fuck! How is this worse than the-the goddamn dumpster fire I just left!?”