The Other Side Of The Story

So, first thing’s first: we’re ghosts. In other words, we’re dead. Already, it’s an unenviable situation here.

But here’s the thing: ghosts get to haunt. Which could be cool, yeah? Maybe it means we spend our days lurking in the shadows of an ancient yet beautiful manor, or a charming bog, rich with flora and fauna. Maybe we’re confined to an attic, which could get claustrophobic, but at least there’d likely be some reading materials.

All in all, sounds rad, right?

Only problem is we didn’t get the manor. Or the bog. Or even the attic. Instead, we have to live out our spectral lives in some weird digital maze thing filled with these glowing pellets. Of course, there is an exit… that leads, impossibly, back to the other side of the maze! Do you know how maddening that is? Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find anything when whatever you’re looking for is to your left and your right?

Which is to say nothing of the disappearing fruit. Yeah, you heard us: DISAPPEARING FRUIT! Look, we get it, we’re ghosts. We can’t eat. But that doesn’t mean it’s not SUPER disconcerting to see a couple cherries go poof before our enormous eyes.

And it would be bad enough if we were stuck here alone. But we’re not. No, we share this space with an enormous yellow monster who does nothing but eat. Mostly, he eats the normal pellets, and sometimes the cherries (if he can get to them on time). But occasionally, he eats a big blinking dot-thing that turns us even more ghostly and, counterintuitively, solid enough so that he can then eat us. Which he does. Frequently. And so does his wife.

Yet, when we attack him to stop him from eating us, we’re the bad guys?

It just doesn’t make any sense.

Ghosts With The Mosts by Spiritgreen

Spiritgreen, aka Matt Needham, comes from South West England, near Stone Henge. And so it makes sense that he became an artist, right? Like, you don’t grow up in the shadow of the world’s most confounding and mysterious rock garden and think, “I should go into accounting.” No way, you do something creative and interesting like become an illustrator and design more than 280 shirts for sites like Shirt.Woot. And you write bizarre fantasy game books. And you maintain a strong Twitter presence.

Okay, fine; the Twitter thing doesn’t directly correlate to being near Stone Henge. But still, you should follow him, and more importantly, you should buy his shirts.

The Other Side Of The Story

So, first thing’s first: we’re ghosts. In other words, we’re dead. Already, it’s an unenviable situation here.

But here’s the thing: ghosts get to haunt. Which could be cool, yeah? Maybe it means we spend our days lurking in the shadows of an ancient yet beautiful manor, or a charming bog, rich with flora and fauna. Maybe we’re confined to an attic, which could get claustrophobic, but at least there’d likely be some reading materials.

All in all, sounds rad, right?

Only problem is we didn’t get the manor. Or the bog. Or even the attic. Instead, we have to live out our spectral lives in some weird digital maze thing filled with these glowing pellets. Of course, there is an exit… that leads, impossibly, back to the other side of the maze! Do you know how maddening that is? Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find anything when whatever you’re looking for is to your left and your right?

Which is to say nothing of the disappearing fruit. Yeah, you heard us: DISAPPEARING FRUIT! Look, we get it, we’re ghosts. We can’t eat. But that doesn’t mean it’s not SUPER disconcerting to see a couple cherries go poof before our enormous eyes.

And it would be bad enough if we were stuck here alone. But we’re not. No, we share this space with an enormous yellow monster who does nothing but eat. Mostly, he eats the normal pellets, and sometimes the cherries (if he can get to them on time). But occasionally, he eats a big blinking dot-thing that turns us even more ghostly and, counterintuitively, solid enough so that he can then eat us. Which he does. Frequently. And so does his wife.

Yet, when we attack him to stop him from eating us, we’re the bad guys?

It just doesn’t make any sense.