You Are A Elf posted:

I don’t know where I am, to be honest. I remember being strapped into a gurney and wheeled through an unkempt bloody hospital full of discarded body parts and demented people where I wound up in an operating room full of hospital staff in white who restrained me further in rusty steel. When I told one of the staff members I needed to go home to replace a roll of paper towels in my kitchen, I was told I was home and was dead.

An eyeless staff member injected some painful solution directly into my skull, and I woke up screaming at the kitchen table where I am posting this right now. I glanced over to the paper towel holder and it is full. What the gently caress is going on???