It's awfully humid out, so you decide to enter the most awful, treacherous, dark-sided, rinky-dinky house you've ever laid your eyes upon. As you take the first step inside, you notice a semi-lukewarm sensation slip between your toes. The carpet below you is wet. Soaked, more like it. You aren't sure what color it's supposed to be. It IS quite dark in here after all. Yet you have a feeling that, even if you could see, there would still be no clear way to tell. The air smells sour, like that of rotting milk. Or maybe, rotting fruit? You seriously can't figure it out. And, is that cattle? Is that really the smell of cattle? "Hey." Said an odd, squeaky voice. You couldn't quite place where it was coming from. As your eyes dart about, you notice more and more awful things about this house. Could you even call it that? What house has an upside down couch without cushions? Or wet mystery colored carpets? Or five refrigerators without any doors? The voice was the last thing you were concerned about at this point. You could feel yourself starting to develop a headache. Before you could form another thought, a lovely yet haunting hum reaches your ears. It's a sweet, angelic melody. One unlike any other you've ever heard before. Suddenly, you get the overwhelming urge to spend your gb and sb...