Bodies Are Disgusting

You've woken up in the hospital with no recollection of how you got there and with a few other holes in your memory; it's not surprising, you suppose, since your ex tells you that you suffered head trauma in a collision with a drunk driver. That's not what disturbs you.

You've begun to see... things. It starts with a child who appears to you at night, whispering promises of glory and godhood. Sometimes it seems like reality shifts. Everything is a twisted parody of what it is in reality, and you know in your bones that this isn't simply a bad reaction to the painkillers. If the child who haunts you is to be believed, you're now part of a sprawling cosmic game where the prize is ultimate dominion. You are not convinced that this is a good thing.