[Halloween 2009] "It’s been a year since the humans of this village last called us ‘Monsters,’ and my little ones are getting quite ‘Mondo’ in their own rights now. They’ve invited us to partake in their human rituals, tonight seems to be a night of disguises and gorging… I’ll have to practice moderation with the kids. This human in front of me has coloured his skin, he looks like a corpse. But I can smell life in him, he’s not dead. Why is he resting here… unassuming… eyes closed and not asleep? Does he intend to scare my children? I can’t comprehend these rituals yet." Drawn to be more flouncy than my usual dreck, less horror and less distinct, more childlike and in the spirit of Halloween fun.

Subtlety. Insidious tendrils hidden within heaps of ancient soil. Birthed in earthen womb and suckled at Milky Well. It drank deep of the planet for untold eons, now it will drink deep of all brash challengers.

[Halloween 2009] "It might have to do with shooing away countless lecherous stares in her elevator, but she could definitely perceive some unseen force following her to the office Halloween party that year. The elevator was even more grimy and foul smelling than usual, as if an entity was profaning the very air around it. She bit her lip. She may have dressed as an interpretation of a Trick or Tricker, but she was in no mood for pranks... or worse!" Giving some love to Fourside's own, sometimes overlooked, Ghost enemy and the sensuous elevator lady.