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Holding on with knuckle-whitening intensity, you attempt to steer your way through the battlefield of the falling debris. You send the ship spiraling, bobbing and splashing against the cavalry of blood and organry. You can almost see the shore.
It’s then that like concrete, the crunched whale drops from the sky, creating a tsunami of explosive force. It sends your miniscule husk of the pedalo careening in the air, soaring on waves like a needle in a hailstorm. The deafening clap of the cadaver smashing its frail bones into the hard tension of the water’s surface rings your ears, and before you know it the floor turns itself into a ceiling, of which you smash your cranium into. In an instant, a fall into an encompassing blackness.
You can feel your body drifting, being tugged on by foreign hands. After some alien amount of time, your eyes begin to take in light…
