>be me
>be playing pinball
>fully plugged into the machine
>wires connecting my brain to hands to buttons to flippers to ball
>watch the lights go on one by one in order
>suddenly realize too late
>this machine is more than i thought it was
>1 million points
>shock travels up through the wires at a thousand kilometers per second
>unable to extricate myself in time
>flesh is stripped from my arms by the shock
>top of my skull splits open, my brain bursts through
>feels like my body is a piece of paper getting inundated and torn apart by a calm ocean
>unmade and scattered by no identifiable force but its vast surroundings
>this is kind of like how it must have felt for mankind to be thrown off hell in a cell 22 feet down into an announcer’s table in 1998
>there are lights in my stomach like in tv glow
>i could play my own body as a pinball machine, i muse from the other side of the room, the ceiling, the shell of my body, and the machine itself
>with a mighty effort, i’m able to turn my head over and see through my eyes, which are dangling out of my face
>guy next to me is playing Polybius, friends are cheering him on
>blood all over them
>my blood i guess
>it’s chill though
>just need to get the 1/10 last digit roll