Limbo was a strange place. On the one hand, it was cast in constant twilight, but it never really felt like twilight. It was more like a particularly overcast day, the colors having been completely muted. Emily and her friends found themselves wandering through a field, taking in the ashen landscape. "Are you sure we're in Limbo, Emily?" Chelsea asked as she took in her surroundings. "I think we are?" Emily replied unsure. "If we are, it's a different part than where I visited with Krockman. I don't recognize any of this." Lana only looked down at the ground and mumbled, "Well that's reassuring." Turning to her friends, Emily said, "Look, this isn't a problem. If what Lolita said about Krockman running this world is true, someone is sure to know where he, right? We just need to ask for directions." "Okay, but who exactly are you going to ask?" Chelsea asked skeptically. "I mean we're in the middle of nowhere. Just the three of us and..." As she was talking, Chelsea saw something in the distance. It was a gas station sitting on the side of long stretch of road. Glancing towards her friends, Emily snidely retorted, "You were saying?" Chelsea only smirked as they ventured towards the gas station. 

Entering the gas station, the girls found that it was like any other minimart, aisles of candy and jerky in one side, and a hotdog roller and a lottery ticket machine in the other. The manager was a fat, bearded man wearing glasses and smoking a cigarette (possibly one he lifted from the case behind him). Making their way to the counter, Emily asked the manager, "Excuse me sir, we were wondering if you could give us some directions." Blowing out smoke and exposing a mouth full of fangs, the manager replied in a gravelly voice, "Sure, where to?" "We're heading to Fort Hancock," Emily answered. "I work for Krockman, and I need to ask him for a favor." Eyeing the drok, the manager asked, "You the mortal that Krockman hired?" Looking nervously around, Emily asked in reply, "How do you know about that?" "News travels fast around these parts," the manager answered. "Anyway, I'll find you girls a map. In the meantime, feel free to look around and take whatever you want. Krockman's money's no good here and neither are his employees'." With that, the girls began to browse the minimart. 

Browsing through the candy bars, Emily read the labels, imagining what life will be like when she can have kids. She imagines having a daughter and a son, moving out to the suburbs, dropping them off at school and soccer practice. As these thoughts passed through her mind, another one popped in: who would be the father? This made her pause for a minute. If she was going to have kids naturally, she needed to find someone to marry, or at the very least, someone to donate... but who? "I suppose it could be Chad," Emily contemplated. "I mean, we have talked about it and he seemed excited, but I don't know if I'm comfortable with having a kid with an ex." Another candidate popped into her head: Krockman's butler, Tom. "Tom seems like a nice guy. Krockman certainly seems keen on setting us up on a date," Emily continued. "But is he actually even alive. Plus, it be kind of weird, seeing that he's technically a cat." 

As Emily was absorbed in her thoughts, she accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention," Emily began when she noticed who she bumped into.  It was a strange looking dog man with shaggy brown fur and a bushy beard and mustache, dressed in a torn flannel shirt, pants and suspenders (with one suspender having snapped off). The dog man only smiled, saying, "Oh that's alright hun. No need to get yourself worked up." Emily only sighed, saying, "Oh good, thanks for being so understanding." "Don't mention it honey," the dog man replied with a smile. "Name's Skipper by the way, and I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with the manager there. You're really Krockman's mortal girl?" Looking at the dog man curiously, Emily replied, "Y-yeah, I'm his 'mortal girl', and my name is Emily by the way." "Well Emily, sounds to me like y'all need a ride," Skipper said, eyeing the young drok. "Fortunately for you, me and my friend are headin that way ourselves. If y'all want, you can catch a ride with us." "Really? Wow, that's just great, thank you," Emily said in reply, happy that someone is actually helping. "I just need to tell my friends and we'll be ready to go." Having said that, Emily went to get her friends, unaware of the malicious grin that was spreading on Skipper's face as he muttered, "You do that, hun. You just do that."

After telling the others about Skipper's offer, Emily followed the dog man out to his car with Chelsea and Lana in tow. Looking at Skipper cautiously, Chelsea asked Emily in a hushed tone, "Hey Em, quick question. Why are we following this guy?" "He said he knows how to get to Krockman's," Emily explained. "Okay, well how do you know he knows how to get there?" Chelsea asked. "How do we know he's not just leading us to a trap?" Before Emily could answer, Skipper stopped, turned to the girls, and said, "Alright ladies, we're here." Turning from her friends, Emily saw that they were standing in front of a beaten up car. Sitting in the driver seat was a strange looking, black and white cat man wearing a petticoat, one arm bound up in a cast. "This here is Orschwitz, my ridin buddy," Skipper explained. Tapping on the driver side window, Skipper shouted, "Hey Orschwitz! We got some passengers!" Noticing the dog man, Orschwitz rolled down the window and said in a gruff, "So comrade, you found some guests. Excellent, but did you get my cigarettes?" A look of shock crossed Skipper's face, saying, "Oh crap, I forgot. Y'all mind watching the girls while I get them?" "Very well," Orschwitz said with a sigh. "Alright girls, make yourselves comfortable." Doing as he said, Emily and the others got into the backseat as Skipper went back inside the minimart. 

As they waited, Emily looked towards Orschwitz and asked, "So, Orschwitz, what are you and Skipper supposed to be?" "I am what is known as a grimalkin," Orschwitz explained. "Skipper is a creature known as a kobold. We are a cat and dog that have been turned into lost souls." "Seriously, animals can become lost souls too?" Emily asked. "Is that what happened to Tom and the others?" Hearing this, a confused look crossed Orschwitz's face as he asked, "Tom? Who is Tom?" This made Emily pause for a moment before asking, "Uh, you know, Krockman's butler." Staring at the girl for a few minutes, Orschwitz's confusion dissapated into a smile as he replied, "Ah yes... Tom. He is a fine butler and a prince of a dog." "Okay, now I know you're lying, because Tom's a cat," Emily retorted, distrustful of the grimalkin's words. As a look of panick crossed Orschwitz's face, Skipper returned, tossing a pack of cigarettes to his friend, saying, "Alright, I got you the menthol light variety, just like you like them. Now let's get this show on the road." "Yyyeah, sure thing Skipper," Emily said warily. "Just one question first: do you know the way?" Looking confused, Skipper answered, "Uh, sure I do. What, you thought I didn't know how to get there?" Still eyeing the kobold, Emily replied, "Alright then, here's another question: what's the name of Krockman's fortress?" Growing nervous, Skipper whimpered, "It's named after him, isn't it?" Emily only glared, retorting, "Not even close." Slowly panicking, Skipper's eyes darted around before flooring the gas pedal, sending the car rocketing out of the parking. 

"Oh my god! Are they kidnapping us?!" Lana shouted, realizing what was happening. "I knew it!" Chelsea shouted. "I knew we shouldn't have trusted them Emily!" "I thought they worked for Krockman!" Emily retorted. "I didn't know they were a pair of psychos!" Having grown tired of the chatter, Orschwitz turned around and shouted, "Shut up! Stop your whining!" Turning back forward and pulling out a cigarette, Orschwitz said to Skipper, "You see comrade, this is why I smoke." Scowling a bit, Skipper muttered, "Maybe if y'all didn't need your emphysema phallus so badly, the girls wouldn't have picked up on what's going on." After a few minutes of awkward silence, Emily finally spoke up, asking, "So... where exactly are you taking us?" Orschwitz chuckled a bit, saying, "Well my dears, out in the badlands, there is a little theater that we own; home to all the grimalkins and kobolds in Limbo. We have... plans for you when we arrive." This only made Emily shudder a bit before returning to silence. 

As they continued driving, Skipper noticed something strange in the road. Slowing down the car, Skipper saw what appeared to be a small grimalkin standing in the road. He was gray furred, wearing a straw hat and wearing a pair of shorts as he hoisted a vuvuzela over his shoulder. The grimalkin stared down the two drivers, exposing a large set of sharp fangs with a large smile. "Friend of yours?" Emily asked snidely. "Hell no!" Skipper retorted. "Kid's just some punk who likes to mess with us. Tries to get us all riled up. Well he ain't gonna do it this time." As Skipper said this, Orschwitz rolled down his side window, stuck his head out and shouted, "You! Boy! Move your ass or we will run you over!" Casting a side glance towards his friend, Skipper replied, "Smooth cat man. Real smooth." "You have a better plan then?" Orschwitz retorted. Without saying a word, Skipper rolled down his window, stuck his head out and said, "Pardon us boy, but do y'all mind movin aside so we can go on our way? We're kinda in a hurry." The little grimalkin only gave a confused look, cupping a hand to his ear as if to hear the kobold better. Rolling his eyes, Skipper got out of the car, walked towards the grimalkin, and ordered, "Didn't y'all hear me? I asked y'all to..." Before Skipper could finish, the grimalkin spat in the kobold's face, smiling smugly at his act of defiance. Infuriated, Skipper clenched his fists as he shouted, "You son of a bitch!!!" As if on queue, the grimalkin ran off into the woods, with Skipper chasing after. 

While the whole scene was unfolding, Orschwitz simply sat in his seat, cackling all the while. "What a dumb, fucking idiot!" the grimalkin shouted between laughs. "Bet he regrets not running him over now, eh?" Emily and the others could only stare on in shock, too frightened to say anything. Finally breaking the awkward silence, Emily asked, "So this theater, what exactly are you going to do with us when we get there?" "Well now my dear, in all honesty, we only really need one of you for our plans. As for the other two... well, I'm sure we'll come up with something," Orschwitz explained as he licked his lips, eyeing Emily with particular, lustful interest. Reaching his hand towards the young drok, Orschwitz added, "Perhaps I should test you all out, just to make sure which one will be perfect for what we have in mind (here's hoping you don't make the cut, little lizard girl)." The minute she heard this, Emily knew exactly what kind of "testing" the grimalkin had in mind. 

Before the lech could lay his hands on any of the girls, the group heard a loud thunk from the roof of the car. Looking up, Orschwitz could only mutter, "What the hell?" Peering out his window to see what had happened, he barely had time to scream before something grabbed him by the face, yanked him out of the car, and tossed him a mile down the road. The grimalkin did not even have time to get up before his monstrous assailant leaped onto him and proceeded to beat him down. The creature was a large, flea-like creature with an imp-like face, ragged ears, beady black eyes, sharp pointed nose, a mouth full of sharp fangs, and a long mane of hair that ran down the back of its neck. Its bulbous body was draped in a leather jacket while stiff hairs jutted out from the spaces between its chitonous skin. It pounded on Orschwitz, alternating between punching with its spiked fists and kicking with the sharp claws of its feet. After a few minutes, the flea monster finished its assault, leaving Orschwitz lying on the ground. Emily and the others stared on in horror as the monster reverted back to its true form: a pale, thirteen year old boy with ruffled brown hair and wearing a leather jacket. 

The boy walked up to the car and tapped on the window closest to the girls, asking, "Oy, you ladies alright?" Emily was stunned for a bit, only muttering out a quick, "We're fine." "Names Willam," the boy introduced himself as he looked the girls over. "Sorry you had to see that back there. Got a little carried away with the whole 'thumping the grimalkin to a pulp' thing." "Y-yeah, that's alright... I guess," Emily replied nervously. "I'm Emily and these are my friends, Chelsea and Lana." Hearing this, a look of surprise crossed Willam's face. "Hold on now," he said quizzically. "You're the Emily? As in Cousin Cooper's Emily?" "Well, I suppose I a... wait, did you just say 'Cousin Cooper'?" "That's right. You might know him as Krockman," Willam answered. Turning to the woods, Willam shouted out, "Oy! Sophie, Poe! Come here for a sec!" 

Out from the woods came the little grimalkin before and a nine year old, pale skinned girl with wavy hair and was wearing a raincoat. When the pair arrived, Willam introduced them, saying, "Ladies, this is my little sis, Sophie, and of course you've already met Poe." Looking the girl and the cat over, Emily said, "It's nice to meet you. I'm Emily and these are my friends, Chelsea and Lana." Sophie smiled cheerfully as she asked, "Oh, are you Cousin Cooper's Emily?" "Yes, I work for Krockman, but he doesn't own me, alright," Emily explained, a little tired of being referred to as Krockman's property. "And honestly, I'm surprised that you're his cousins, seeing as you're... British." Hearing this, Poe only sneered at the girls as he scoffed, "Well they are his cousins, but that's besides the point. What is the point is why you three are here in the first place? You're mortals aren't you?" "Well we are," Chelsea chimed in. "It's just that we came to see if your cousin can help Emily with a certain problem." "Really now?" Willam asked curiously. "Well, fortunately for you, those idiots somehow ended up on the road to Cooper's place. It's just at the end of the woods. Just keep going straight." "Thanks for the tip," Emily said as she moved to the driver seat. "You guys need a lift?" "That sounds lovely miss. Thank you," Sophie said as she, her brother and Poe got into the back seat with Lana as Chelsea made her way to the passenger seat in the front. Once everyone was settled, Emily started up the car and continued their drive; narrowly missing Skipper as he staggered back out from the woods and passing out on the road. 

As they were driving, Chelsea glanced towards the kids, asking, "So, you guys really are Krockman's cousins?" "Well of course," Willam replied. "You see, our mum is from Manchester and our dad was Cooper's uncle on his father's side. We lived with him in Virginia until they divorced. Afterwards, we moved back to Manchester with mum and visited dad every other month. We usually got together in family dinners with dad's whole family, including Cooper's family." "Wait a minute? Krockman's from Virginia, as in 'the South' Virginia?" Emily asked, slightly shocked. "Well yeah," Willam replied nonchalantly. "Where exactly did you think he came from?" Emily only shrugged her shoulders, answering, "I don't know, somewhere in New England." This elicited laughter from the little trio of hitchhikers, leaving the girls confused as ever. "You're a funny one Miss, you know that?!" Willam cheered. "Just a word to the wise though. If you ever have a conversation with Cooper, never ask him how he died (For that matter, never ask anyone in Limbo how they died. It's bad manners)." When Emily heard this, a thought occurred to her: in the time she had known Krockman, she never found out how he died. It was a morbid thought, but still, she couldn't help but wonder what could have ended his life and turned him into the maniac he is now. 

As these thoughts went through her head, something arose from the horizon. It was an enormous tower that seemed to mix classical masonry with modern day commercial advertisement (neon signs, billboards, etc.). The tower rose up from the center of a walled off city like some grand monument to commercialism. Staring up in awe at the tower, Emily asked, "What is this place?" "This is the town of Babel," Willam piped up excitedly, as Sophie and Poe stared on in joy. "We're finally home." 
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Meanwhile, in Fort Hancock, Chad sat up in his bed, having finally recovered from his encounter with Lolita. "Jesus, what the hell was that about?" he thought to himself as he looked around the room. Turning his gaze to the door, he noticed that Calibur and Teddi were peering in like curious children. "What're you two staring at?" Chad asked. "We were just checking to see if everything's alright, sir," Calibur answered nervously. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine," Chad answered with a groan. "I just need to get out of this room. Chances are, I probably won't be mangled to death if I'm out in the hall." Hearing this, Teddi grew excited, asking, "Are you going to play with us outside?" "Uh, sure. Why not?" Chad replied, seeing it as a nice change of pace from his room bound tortures. Getting up from bed, Chad walked out of the room with the two scraps following after.

As they were walking down the halls, Calibur looked up to Chad and asked, "So master, when will we begin?" "Begin what?" Chad asked, confused by the scrap's question. "With my training of course," Calibur answered in reply. "All the masters I've had always taught me something. So I'm was wondering when you'll teach me your knowledge." This took Chad by surprise. Never in his life has anyone seen him as a role model before. Now that someone did, it was a little hard to take in. "Oh, uh, wow. Just... wow," Chad said, feeling a little awkward. "Uh, look Calibur, I'm flattered you think of me that way, but I'm really not the kind of person who's a mentor, y'know." Calibur looked surprised and a little disappointed when he heard this, like a child whose hero had snubbed him. "B-but you have to know something," the scrap said with a slight quiver. "You're my master. You have to know something." 

As Chad pondered this, he noticed something up ahead. Standing down the hall were Krockman and Misfit, although Misfit seemed different somehow. His posture was more hunched over, his usually clean cut hair was more flowing and unkempt (exposing a balding head riddled with liver spots), and his eyes seemed to glow with a white light. Between his sausage nose and the movements of his head, he practically seemed bird-like in appearance. The two lost souls were having a conversation about something, but Chad was not sure what it was about. As Chad came closer, he could hear little bits of the conversation, and was slowly realizing who they were talking about. "Are you sure he saw your true self?" Misfit asked, casting a skeptical look towards Krockman. "For all you know, he could've been delirious from blood loss." "I'm telling you, he saw it," Krockman replied, grinding his fangs against each other. "I looked into his eyes and I saw my true reflection, and if I can see it, then he can see it too." Hearing this, Misfit rubbed his bearded chin in thought, chuckling as he said, "Well, well, seems our little freeter is making some progress. It won't be long till our friend is ready for..." "For what?" Chad interrupted, finally speaking his mind. 

Turning around, the two lost souls realized that Chad was standing there the whole time. "Oh, hello there Chad," Misfit said casually. "I wasn't expecting you to be out of your room." "I decided I needed some fresh air," Chad retorted with a glare. "Now, do you mind explaining what you're preparing me for, because whatever it is, I think I should have a say in it." Hearing this, Krockman only shook his head, saying, "It's nothing you need to concern yourself with. Don't worry about it." Chad was growing furious, having been through so much as it is. He would not stand to put through another round of abuse. Before he could say anything else however, he heard a familiar voice shouting, "Look out!" Turning towards the source of the voice, the little group saw that it was Tom, chasing after a cart loaded with with strange powders. Before any of them could react, however, the cart crashed into them, covering them all in the mysterious powder. 

When the dust cleared, Chad slowly looked up, placing a hand to his head as he noticed a weight on his chest. When his vision refocused, he saw that Calibur and Teddi were staring at him, a look of surprise on their faces. Before Chad could ask what was wrong, Teddi asked in a surprised tone, "Momma?" "Momma? What are you..." Chad began to ask, only to stop when he noticed that his voice was now that of a woman. In shock and confusion, he looked at his hand, noting how small and dainty it was. Looking down at his chest, he saw a pair of slightly undersized breasts underneath his shirt. In his peripheral vision, he noticed his usually short, blonde hair had grown out into a bob cut. "W-what? What happened to me?" Chad asked after he (or rather she) finished her examination. "I-it seems you and the others were turned into girls, mast- er, mistress," Calibur said, still in shock at what he saw. "Me and the others?" Chad asked as she looked up, only to notice Krockman and Misfit had been changed as well. Standing in their places were a short, pleasingly plump and curvy woman in an oversized trench coat and an elegant (if needle nosed) old woman. 

"What the hell is going on?" Chad asked as she observed the transformed lost souls. Seeing the look on Chad's transformed face, Krockman looked down herself and over towards Misfit before shouting, "Goddamn it Tom! Can't you keep a close eye on things without causing a disaster?!" "I-I'm sorry Kro- er, Lady K," Tom apologized nervously. "Adelaide came by with a batch of gender bend powder for you and the cart got out of hand." "I can believe that," Misfit piped in, casting a side glance on the errant cart. "Seeing how cluttered Adelaide and Z-Wrap keep their place, wouldn't surprise me at all that some of her magic ended up contaminating the cart." Lady K only shrugged, saying, "That's fair enough I suppose. Of course, knowing Adelaide's magic, it could be hours or days before it wears off." "What?" Chad asked in shock. "You mean I'm gonna be stuck like this for days?" As Chad was fuming, Tom was freaking out, screaming over and over again, "I'm sorry!!!" "Okay, will everyone just shut up!" Lady K shouted, having grown tired of all the noise. "Now Tom, just go  to town and... I don't know, drink or something. As for Chad, since you're getting restless in your room, you can do some work for us. Go to room 444 and clean it. The guest there has been calling for room service all day." Deciding that asking questions would get her no where (simply because it was more likely that the lost souls would just screw her over than actually help her), Chad consented, following Tom to the supply closet. Once they had left, Lady K looked towards Misfit, saying, "You know, this is the first time I've ever seen you as a woman." Casting a side glance towards her charge, Misfit replied, "Hmm, I suppose you're right. So, how do I look?" "Surprisingly, not as bad as I thought," Lady K answered with a shrug. 

A few hours later, after Tom had given her all she needed, Chad made her way up to room 444 with Calibur and Teddi in tow. As she was walking, she glanced down towards the scraps, saying, "You know, you don't have to come along. There really isn't a lot of excitement in housekeeping." "But mistress Chad, it's my sworn duty to serve by your side," Calibur replied dutifully. "Yeah, and I wanted to ask some questions about you and momma," Teddi added. "I mean, why do you and momma live in separate places?" Casting a side glance towards the scrap, Chad replied, "Well... it's complicated." "Why?" Teddi replied in the way all small children do when they don't understand something. "Don't you and momma still love each other?" Hearing this, Chad quickly changed the subject, saying, "Hey Calibur, why don't you and Teddi go take care of something for me." "Is it a brave and noble quest that will better my training?" Calibur asked excitedly. Chad only shrugged her shoulders, saying, "Yyyyeah, sure, let's go with that. I need you to go out into town to take some pictures for me, and don't come back until you've seen everything." "Can do mistress!" Calibur shouted, raising his sword into the air. "Come on Teddi, let's do some sight seeing." With that, the two scraps ran off, leaving Chad all alone. "I know she's not really my daughter," Chad thought to herself as she entered room 444, having finally arrived. "But I just didn't have the heart to tell her the truth: that my relationship with Emily is well and truly fucked." 

Inside the room, Chad was confronted with a massive mess, laundry and garbage as far as the eye could see. Looking towards the bed, she could make out the shape of a body hidden under the sheets. "Uh, excuse me," Chad called out to the lump. "I was sent her to clean your room." When she said this, she saw the covers pull back slightly, exposing a glowing, orange speck of light as the occupant called out, "Well it's about damn time. I was wonderin when you mooks were plannin on sendin someone up. Course, I wasn't expectin a hot broad like you doing the job." "Well, actually, I used to be a guy," Chad explained nervously. "Look, don't ruin this for me, will ya. Kinda need the stimulation and you tellin me ya used to be a dude ain't helpin," the bed man said with a shudder. "Just sweep out all this garbage and let me enjoy da view." With that, Chad set out to work cleaning, cringing at the thought of being fap fuel for this slob. 

As Chad worked, she heard the guest ask, "So... got any stories about back when you was a guy?" "There's not much to say really," Chad said in reply. "Krockman and the others took me in as a guest, but I had to get out of there or else I'd probably get killed." Seeming shocked by this, the guest asked, "You had a room here and ya want to go back out? What da hell's wrong with you? Ya crazy or somethin?" Slightly astonished, Chad asked in reply, "Did you not hear about the part where I could've been killed in that room?" "News flash genius, you're just as likely to get killed outside as you are inside," the guest retorted. "I mean, think of wat might happen." At that moment, the room morphed into a crosswalk in the middle of a big city. "You could be ran over by cars," the guest continued as he reached for a bottle of whiskey sitting on his bedside. "Or you could be crushed at a construction site, or worse still, get gunned down in a shoot out or a drive by." As he said this, Chad narrowly dodged a fleet of busy traffic, came close to being crushed by some falling girders, and some how managed to escape a hail of bullets unscathed as shadowy men fired off machine guns; falling onto the floor near the edge of the bed. "And that's just da big city. Imagine all the ways you could bite it anywhere else in da world," the guest continued with his rant. "Nah, this is the best place to be. Don't have to worry bout anythin. All that matters is that I'm safe in bed, got all the booze I could ever need, and that nothin can ever get me... not even death itself." As the guest went on, Chad slowly pulled herself up, accidentally pulling off the sheets in the process. To her shock and horror, she did not find a man underneath the sheets, but a moldering corpse with bright orange lights shining from its eye sockets and a bottle of whiskey in its hand. As she gazed in terror, the guest's voice emanated from the corpse, asking, "What's da matta with you? Ya look like ya seen a ghost." With that, Chad ran out of the room screaming, collapsing on the floor as he reverted back to his male self. 

When he finally got his wits back, Chad looked up and saw Misfit was standing there, having changed back to normal himself. "Well what do you know? It really did last only a few hours," Misfit said with a grin. Examining himself, Chad was relieved to be back to normal, saying with a sigh, "Thank god that's over with." Peering into the room, Misfit asked, "So, I take it room service went well?" "Are you kidding me?" Chad asked, barely hiding his anger and fear. "There is a freaking corpse in that room. Of course, I just had a conversation with it a few minutes ago and it was drinking, so I guess that makes it a goddamn zombie!" "Ah, you mean Dead Bro," Misfit replied as if it were most natural thing in the world. "He's one of the many guests Krockman welcomes to the fort as guests for his bed and breakfast; although he's one of our more vehemently stubborn guests, refusing to leave the room at all costs. We've tried to remove him hundreds of times, but he just never wants to leave. Apparently in life, he was too afraid to leave his house, so he basically drank himself to death. He's a strange one really, too afraid to go out and live his life, but too afraid of death to end it all. As a result, he's stuck in a sort of middle ground between life and death, a zombie as you put it so eloquently." Taking one last look into the room, Chad remarked, "Well I don't know about you, but now I'm definitely not going back to my room." "That's understandable really," Misfit replied sympathetically. "Feel free to tour the halls if you wish. Word to the wise though, it pays to be wary when you enter the darker corners of the fort, seeing as certain folk in those parts are more malicious than others. Even the scraps there seem to be on the more aggressive side when playing their games." "Believe me, after everything I've been through, I doubt it could get worse," Chad reassured (although, even he doubted whether or not that was true). With that, Chad made his way down the hall, unaware that a certain scrap was silently stalking him, waiting for the right moment to pass judgment.