Consciousness came back to me slowly, like I had been pulled out of anesthesia. It was almost as though someone were giving me back my senses one at a time.
First came taste, raw and metallic. Then touch. I could feel some sort of slime clinging to my teeth. My head pounded like I was waking up with a terrible hangover.
Smell came next. It took a moment to determine, but I could smell what I knew to be ozone. Sharp, clear, almost electrical. Strange. Hearing followed shortly after. I could hear the sound of wind whistling and whipping the air.
Last came sight. I found myself in a well-appointed white room, its floor and walls fashioned from smooth stone. I sat up, and the oversized feather-stuffed cushion beneath me crinkled as my weight shifted. After climbing to my feet, I noticed an alert flashing across my interface.
ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!
Lived to Tell the Tale
You suffered a near-fatal amount of damage, were rendered unconscious, but somehow didn’t die. Congratulations! Be sure to thank whoever saved your ass.