The Abyss. You just fell off the edge of everything you know. You've been swept under the sidewalk of your previous life. Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear. Spacetime has ripped and abominations flood out the hole. You're lost in a poisonous, flourescent, radioactive desert, filled with diseased, luminous thistles. You meet Aleister Crowley in drag, riding a camel. The camel leaves five footprints — V.V.V.V.V.