"Hermits and strangers, acquainted with grief, know the hour is come to bow heads and speak softly, to mourn what has passed. With the knowledge that our world becomes full, with the idea that the real world encroaches upon us."
The skies rotted in nebulous decay, limp and rustling, black plastic bags scuttled through the air like clouds. Absconding convention they hovered and pierced down a brittle rain of needles and discarded medication. The speaker looked up and continued, voice quivering.
"...it is time, my friends, it is time for us to discard our own world and rise to theirs, it is time to punish the rich for their ignorance and acts of evil."
The world dripped in cocaine dreams, skyscrapers fell lymphatic, oozing their own traces of windows and steel pillars to the floor. Babies cried as the death pellets rained down on them, piercing their faces. Their mothers screaming terrified, holding the children to their bosom, their faces lacerated and bludgeoned by the death shower.
"It is time, my friends..." at this moment a storm of heavy objects pelted down, the biggest of which - a tractor tyre - struck hard down in the midst of the large crowd of misfits, instantly killing a man wielding a shotgun.
The crowd looked up, and realized they had no where to run... no where but the real world, and right now, that seemed so far away. Tumbling down the heavier items crushed and killed many, as the crowd scattered...
"No, my friends, we must stay together or we will never find our paths ba..."
And there it was, there was the passage, it flickered a couple of times but it was there the passage to the real world.
The alley was ethereal, flickering in and out of existence, it was narrow and long, and the people couldn't clamber in all at once, people fell and were trampled to death, their skull pelted with rough steel capped boots, stamping their jaws into the concrete.
"This is it... " and the darkness came upon him.