Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-27830834-20170406040942

Echo stares.

He touches his hand to his face... it comes away black.

Is he... crying? That's impossible. He has no tear ducts...

++error++

++YOU WERE MADE TO UNDERSTAND++

++error++

He can barely distinguish the pain from thoughts and the thoughts from meanless noise. Abstract strings of hypercalculations divide endlessly from sequences of zeroes. Observational data crowds his vision with millions upon millions of theoretical movement-predelictions, all true and false at the same time. Logic tries to quantify insanity at the software in his head sets his synapses alight with white-hot fire.

++error++

++YOU UNDERSTAND NOTHING++

++error++

The heat-vents at the nape of his neck are so overclocked that they burn into his skin, and heat haze haloes his skull in shimmering waves. Something cracks, and the vision in his right eye fuzzes over with static. The agony of it all has reached a trancendant level, to the point where any other sensory input feels indistinct and foreign.

Then suddenly, a flash, a point of referrence, a single solitary glimery of hard-coded order in roiling sea of literal Chaos. A faint leakage of noonsperic data-idents, like a drop of water in a sea of blood, emitting from the accursed gate still crawling with multicolored tumors of daemonflesh.

++Ident: Gregorias H-655.a Warp Engine++

++LOOK UPON US++

++error++

Argus flits overhead, tiny, unnoticed, acting on a near-unconcious order from his master. He is still paralyzed, lasgun hanging limply from numb, artificial fingers.

++uplink established++

One last push.

++attempting to overide++