[Durability/crushing]

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But I don’t have to look behind because a
manhole cover blasts out of the
street right in front of me, and
farther ahead, and all the way
down the street like a row of space
shuttles blasting off on columns of
white water. I run through an
intersection and something’s
blocked off the street to my left
and it’s moving and holy Mother of
Muhammad the goddamn ocean
flanked me, it’s coming at me from
all sides now, these huge
motherfucking gray-green
mountains of water and I barely
have time to look up and take one
last look at the sky—just this tiny
strip of brightness way off
overhead, disappearing between
two dark heaving walls. It’s like
being swallowed whole, it’s like
taking one last look at the world
through closing jaws.
And I’m squashed like a bug at
the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

Crysis: Legion, AQUARIUM