What do these kids think they’re doing on my beach? They should know that this spot is mine! Ness… I don’t know how, but I know that’s the kid’s name. Ness… The name sounds so… stupid! I hate this Ness kid! What kind of a name is that, anyway? Is he some sort of foreigner? I hate foreigners! I mean, I’m not from Summers either, but that doesn’t matter! I hate this kid, and I’m gonna tear him apart!

When the lights went off, I panicked. I mean, who wouldn’t? It was dark, and scary, and I swear I heard a “Gwoargh!” in the distance. So of course, I ran toward the nearest door, which led to some back room or something. I’m not entirely sure what it was, and I didn’t care at the time. I just wanted to get away from whatever thing was up there.

Okay, picture this: I’m sitting in my bed one night – well, I don’t know if you could call it a bed, being a grave and all, but that’s another story – and all of a sudden, I smell this beautiful, tantalizing scent. Almost like that guy I had for dinner the other night, although he smelled more like pizza than anything else. This sort of smelled like pizza too, so you can see where I’d make the connection. Anyway, of course I get up and go to see what this wonderful smell is coming from. I see a few other zombies moving toward it, so I start running, you know, to get there before it’s all gone, as I’m sure it’s food by this point.

You’re doing nothing, really, just floating around like you have ever since you came to this godforsaken place, when you see a light, coming at you from the strange place, the place that seems to glow with happiness and life, the place on the other side of the tunnel. You’ve seen lights come from there before, but they were fake lights, bad lights, lights that fooled you and tried to invade your only sanctuary, but maybe this light is different. Maybe it’s the light, the one they all talk about, the one that will finally put you to rest.

A creepy tale about Threed. Influenced by some Silent Hill

Victory comes with a price. What will this price be for Ness and Co.

Prepare yourself. It's Earthbound meets Donkey Kong

A single conversation, 2AM Christmas morning, and its long-reaching long-touching ramifications.

M2, Department Store: Guitars shoot thunder, bystanders capture footage for youtube, a cowboy checks out his girlfriend's butt

Whimsical ficlet concerning Paula Polestar, precognition, and popular perception of the Chosen Four. Guest stars an ice cream headache.