You feel the sensation of your head being stabbed through the middle with an icicle; the throbbing overcoming your senses. Despite this, you hear the sputtering of the AC much, much too clearly. The crackles of the dastardly machine pierce through your eardrums like needles. You reach for your coffee, your hand abnormally unsteady. The fog has already overtaken your brain, your perception is on overdrive.

Something large grasps your shoulder, squeezing it firmly. You imagine it crushes your shoulder blade like a hydraulic press. You eagerly rise from your seat.

You are unable to restrain yourself from screaming. crying out. No god will respond to you, no matter how loud you shriek.