Pain.
That was the first thing Reed felt. It wasn't physical pain, exactly. It was the sensation of fifty strangers trying to shout their lunch orders into his ear at the exact same time.
"Guh," Reed grunted, his forehead hitting the cold stone floor of the Core Room.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
[Status: UNFORMATTED.]
[Psychic Feedback: CRITICAL.]
[Neural Load: 98%... 99%...]
The summoning smoke cleared, but the noise didn't. The Core Room was packed wall-to-wall with confusion.
Reed cracked one eye open. It was bedlam.
Thirty Bone-Maids were chattering, their jaws clicking like castanets as they began to use the stalagmites as stripper poles, confused by their own high heels. Clack-Clack-Snap.
The ten Orc Matrons were flexing at the walls, screaming for something to punch. One was currently trying to headlock a stalactite.
