A suggestion.

I am one of two people I know of in the Netherworld who are, beyond a shadow of a doubt, immune to the infection of the grotesque alien insect horde.  We happen, of course, to not have bodies to be infected.  In addition, I will also freely share that I am entirely capable of turning one or two people invisible and incorporeal.  For ( Read more... )

Christmas, hmm?  A festive time of celebration marked by the transference of gifts and well wishes.  All very nice and good.

But it appears that in the general chaos that seems to be the normal state of affairs around here, everyone has forgotten to give me my proper due.  No matter.  I'm not one of those stringy prepubescent onryou; I don't hold ( Read more... )

. . . Hm.

The tournament has concluded.

The new areas, as far as I can tell, are simply nothing more than miles of drab scenery with the occasional man-eating monstrosity. It's barely any different from what we already had.

And every last one of you is impossibly dull to the point of exasperation. No one even jumps anymore, let alone screams ( Read more... )

GWEAHAHAHA!

This is simply too much!  It's nearly the best entertainment I've ever had in my unlife; I daresay it may even beat out that little adventure I had with Mario.  Now how is it that the Toads have never managed to come up with anything like this?  I swear, their games consist entirely of jumping and hitting blocks.  Or smashing them with ( Read more... )

Hmm.

There are a few things I think I've learned in my odd hundred years of unlife.  The first?  It's so dreadfully boring to be cooped up in your mansion all day with no one but a few incompetent servants for company.  Faithful family butlers excluded.  As for the second . . .  Being dreadfully bored is vastly preferable to being kidnapped with ( Read more... )