The same dream, blocks of dirt piled on stone, piled on ash. A simplistic tune repeating itself over and over; what could it mean? From nowhere a green blob of gel hits my frail body, and I awake.
The sun rises, for some reason it wears sunglasses, but this I disregard and awake with a happy leap.
As I bounce along the grass, avoiding the slimes and the zombies and that one creature with the pink mohawk and the shark that fires bullets; I see a structure seemingly made out of red candy canes. I decide to take a closer look.