"Where are we?"

I spin around, looking for any sort of cover, but no matter which direction I turn the view is the same - disturbing yellow liquid sky overhead, eyes trapped beneath malleable glass underfoot, a horde of violations growing closer and closer as the three monstrous figures remain in their places.

"Why does it all look the same?!"

CRACK CRACK CRACK

My rifle is already firing, picking holes in the oncoming rush, but it's not making any difference in the number of violations. I try to step backwards but the sticky transparent ground glues my foot to the floor.

...reality loop... only way out... is removing... the anchors...