*You trek through a gloomy, rotting bog, shaded by gnarled and twisted trees while rain pelts you and thunder flashes in around you. You've been narrowly dodging the ghouls and aggressive spirits that wander this land for quite a while now. Tired and looking for a break from the danger and misery, you cross paths with a lone caravanner's wagon. It sits tied to a skeletal horse, constructed with old timber, adorned with decorative skull figureheads, and suspends a couple dimly flickering lanterns. It's not much more welcoming than the rest of the surrounding area. But being the closest thing to "civilization" that you can find, and your judgment being a bit poor from exhaustion, you decide to enter just the same.* *Stepping inside the surprisingly spacious coach, dripping wet from the rain, you are suddenly tackled by a zombie girl! She sits on top of you, moaning and extending her arms menacingly! You await for your own grim ending...* *But as you brace in fear, the zombie girl does the unthinkable, and breaks out laughing!* "Pfffft HEE HEE HEE! You should have seen your face! You really thought I was like those ghouls out there on the rest of the island?! As if!" *She wipes the bit of drool from her mouth, and continues giggling to herself.* "I'm Rottytops, but you can just call me Rotty!"