INTRODUCTION
You're so messed up that you CAN tell the difference between butter and I can't believe it's not butter. You find yourself lost and alone in a place that resembles one that you fear the most. You start to shiver as the tense fear rides up the edge of your spine. An Elliot Smith tune lends itself to this particular moment's crippling soundtrack. Your eyes swell in the mist of darkness and frustration which impairs your judgment. The clock above you ticks as time slowly begins to run its course. You see a door in the corner of your eye. You make your way closer to it until you realize that it's not a door, but a large painting. A painting that displays large blobs of red, you inch closer to it and touch it, but the paint is wet. You stare at your newly coloured hand, its four fingers and opposable thumb. The paint begins to drip from your hand and onto the floor. It starts to look like blood. You fall to your knees and scream an awful scream. Little creatures than appear from under the cracks of the floor and scatter around you. You attempt to brush them off you, but there are too many. They begin to bite, leaving gashes of blood on your body. The creatures grow large and grotesque and so does their bites. Soon you are flat on your back being devoured by these monsters. And it's right here and then that everything comes together becuase you realize that your are in a place where nothing makes sense and where...there are no rules.