Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-11163511-20150823014700

((Everything after the hit in this paragraph would only come from his mind. He's still being dragged around like Buddy the ragdoll in reality.))

Upon impact with the witch, everything became black as Sam felt himself being dragged by gravity into an abyss, the chains slowly desintergrating before he slammed backfirst onto the ground with the sickle still stuck to his shoulder. But no pain? Not even when he sat up and tried to pinch himself at the cheek. He had realized that he had become unconcious or worse.

"Am I dead? It can't be, I'm still talking myself but no vision, nothing. You idiot, don't ever use your head on something that you don't know how hard it is. Yet I did it and now I'm here. I'll be waking up with numbers and tremors, pretty much. And sticks in my brain. Or not. I still don't see numbers or patterns or whatever right now. I can't stay here, but there's no place to go. No light, no doors, no portals of any kind. Guess I'll play a waiting game."