You enter the covered area with caution, treading lightly and looking around you as thoroughly as you can so that you aren’t ambushed by any other strange icon makers with mustaches too big for their face ( Read more... )

You’re not exactly sure how to turn the poor guy down. He’s still in tears, and you don’t actually want to hurt his feelings. You just don’t want to drag him around with you especially if he’s going to be this dramatic about everything. So you’re going to have to use a bit of subterfuge which isn’t your specialty ( Read more... )

Even overgrown the castle is a sight to behold. It’s towers jut high up into the air, and the only reason no one seems to have found them before now is that the trees grow around it unnaturally tall. It’s as if they are protecting the castle from prying eyes ( Read more... )

The way to the Coliseum is fraught with traps. This is what your mustached friend tells you, but you are determined to go anyway. He seems quite taken with your attitude and is happy to oblige your request ( Read more... )

“Well, if you want, you could help me. I could use someone to show me around this area ( Read more... )

Your stomach tramples over your better judgement to get at the food, and even with your misgivings, you tuck into the steaming plate you’re holding with relish. The food melts in your mouth, and you groan with satisfaction. It’s the best food you’ve ever eaten ( Read more... )

If there’s one thing you know better than to do, it’s eating magical food. You drop the plate to the ground and watch it vanish before it hits the dirt. The fairy pouts at you ( Read more... )

Really, you’re too tired to care about danger now anyway. Running from the last imaginary terror has completely wiped you out. You couldn’t even make icons in this state. So you slip your graphics program off your back and settle yourself on the floor, resigned to sleeping on cold, packed earth floor and not a nice warm bed ( Read more... )

You ignore your grumbling stomach in favor of the safe path in front of you. You have no idea what’s in the forest or even if the people who’ve made the fire are friendly. They could be bandits for all you know, and the next thing you know, you’d be robbed blind! Playing it safe was fine by you, and so you keep trudging down the path in the dark ( Read more... )

Straying off the path couldn’t be a bad thing. Some of your favorite makers of all time did weird, strange, off the beaten path things frequently to great success. So taking a page out of their book, you leap off the path and into the wood, keeping your eyes trained on the fire in the distance to guide your way through the trees ( Read more... )