I distinctly remember, as a young teenager, the first time I stayed up all night on the internet, until I saw the morning sun peeking through my window.
Felt like I'd passed some barrier. The night was no longer real. Just a bunch of dark hours.
Imagine being Gregor.
You just turned into the Uberroach. Everything hurts. And your friends are now beating you into submission by skinwalking as the two people you killed five minutes ago.