Cassius Darrow awakens. His face is gone; he is a blank canvas. He has forgotten all the languages he knew before. A primitive beep boop noise is all that can escape his lips. This is terror; this is pain.

Regardless, he pulls on a grey shirt as he block-steps down the hall of his home. Everything looks the same. He is trapped in a hellish simulation… but is not yet aware of it.

He steps outside, and Cassius Darrow is struck by the pixalated sameness of the world around him. What fresh hell is this?
Cassius Darrow goes to the gym. He runs. He picks up heavy things. He screams into the void in this indecipherable beep-boop language. Fear has become him, and he senses the existential dread of the Great Hand above, poking and prodding at the world around him.

Cassius Darrow sees other faceless block people wandering around, making beep-boop noises at each other. He sees thought bubbles with hearts pop up. Cassius Darrow is filled with revulsion. He runs down the street, looking to find any sort of communications or media, trying to make sense of where he finds himself. Suddenly, as he gets close to a newspaper stand, he feels something grab him by the neck and pick him up.

He goes flying through the air, back to his neighborhood. This eldritch horror drops him into a filled swimming pool, and suddenly Cassius Darrow’s clothes change. He is now wearing a small purple speedo. As he tries to make sense of his surroundings, Cassius Darrow sees a spectral hand fly through the air and delete the only ladder out of the pool. He swims to the edge of the pool and finds he cannot escape.

His final moments are spent screaming as he sinks to the bottom of the pool. He sees countless other misshapen figures littering the bottom of the pool.

MEEP-BEEP-MOOP.