Jesus Christ, what have I done.
Acquired the battery can, yes,
But I shall soon go mad.
It buzzes and groans with the earsplitting capacity of an explosion, yet I am the only one who is able to hear it.
It's multicolor bolts pulsate my every nerve; ruin my every chance of survival.
Started out as ecstasy...
...And continues as madness.
The battery can fits into my hand, takes the shape of every fissure.
It knows me.
It wants me inside of it, another soul in the unforgiving and unrelenting abyss of electricity.
My senses are warping.
Vision blurring, Check. Limbs numbing, Check.
My corpse falls to the floor. The only thing not hollowed out is my thinking capacity. The battery can rolls out of my hand 3 or 4 feet and I am enveloped in a blue light.
It's uncomfortably warm in here, and the smell of a burnt corpse tingles my nose.
Heaven is a lot different than I expected.