With nothing left to do, you decide to take the only option you think could possibly help you in this heckin’ fucked-up situation: using the orb.
Steadying yourself and taking a deep sigh, you apply the nozzle to your face and breathe in.
Once again, your surroundings screech to a halt, taking on a crystal blue sheen. But before you can even process what’s happening, a horrifying visage rushes at you from the direction of the cop cars and a beam of scorching light fills your sight.
In an instant, a flood of grotesque visions barrage your mind, each one more terrible and incomprehensible than the last. Bigoted cartoons of bald men with glasses and unkempt stubble, their faces contorted into masks of joy, rage and sorrow. A cacophony of jeering voices attack your mind, echoing your own thoughts back to you in a cruel mockery of your voice. A headache worse than you’ve ever known sears through your skull as you silently scream in anguish, unable to move a muscle. A single message is forcing itself on your mind: This is you.
Wracked with psychological torment, you desperately try to hold yourself together as your mind swirls in chaos. That’s not you! You don’t look like that! You don’t say that! You don’t!
What do you do?
