Part 13

This chapter is so boring.




More ninjas and a trap pro. I can barely contain my excitement.






WELL GOLLY I GUESS IT'S A GOOD THING HE BECAME A TRAP PRO THEN HUH


To save us all the boring process of watching more generic characters get caught in the same traps I've been using for the whole game, I lured some local children into my van and forced them at gunpoint to draw what happens next.


Hooray! And then, a Cleric came into my house.

Oh... Uh... Well... I can honestly say that his body is no longer inside this house.

That's not really necessary.

Oh lord it's like those horrible Six Flags commercials.



The soul stripper.


My name is Norman P. Linux. And ever since my fiance died, I've been very depressed. This is why I've been searching for the house of my dreams. But as a philosopher once said: Be careful what you dream for, because you just... might... get it.

Boy, moving in sure is hard work!

This is great! The place is already decorated!

What is that?


What an... odd looking... figurine. Why is this... figurine... in MY house?


I'm gonna get rid of you once and for all!

You're garbage. So I'm gonna treat you like garbage. In the disposal!

I'm gonna take your haiiiiir and put it in a booooowl.


A Doom House?

A Doom House?

WHAT THE?! LEAVE MY HAPPY HOUSE! LEAAAAAAAVE! WHYYYYYYYYYY! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!


Phew. The nightmare is finally over at last.

The doll and I have come to a gentleman's agreement.

But I just got a great fixed-rate mortgage!

Now he's inside my basement... and out of my mind.
