Today Robby Stemple invited me over to his house after school. He's kind of a strange kid and we've never really been friends, but we've been classmates for like forever, so I went. They had this weird viridian carpet in every room, and the whole place smelled like boiled applesauce. I looked at his collection of stamps and we played a little Gears of Galaxy 1.5, and then I went home. It was pretty awkward the whole time. I hope he doesn't ask me again.

The other day I was exploring out by the spooky mineshaft off of Blackwell Street. My friend Jimmy says there's a mummy out there, but I don't believe him. I think it's a zombie-werewolf, and I'm gonna catch it!