By Austin.
Enter Pack-Yi-Huang, nicknamed "Pac-Man" by his old friends. The death of his four daughters in a car crash triggered a crippling, depressive state, in which he became addicted to heroin, bringing him closer to insanity with every pill he popped.
He is now trapped within his own hallucination, desperate to get out. He feels the pills are his only salvation, but they just force him deeper within his own sub-conscious; the inescapable maze where the thoughts of his dead children haunt him forever. Only once he learns to control his addiction can the thoughts of his dearly departed be rid of him forever.
He hobbles along, following the trail of white pills along the ground. The footsteps of his first born, Blinky, shake him as they get closer. Left. Right. Left again. Down. Left. Up. Right. Down. He now hears another set of footsteps, no doubt Pinky; the kind daughter who would always look on the bright side, even in the worst situations. Pac-Man is crushed by the immense sadness every fleeting thought of her brings, but pushes himself to the limits.
Right. Down. Right. More to the right. Keep on going to the right. Down. Left. He was gradually collecting more pills, and felt more comfortable, unaware that the pills would only force him deeper into his own mind. Up. Right. Up. Up. UP! Right. When he turned the next right corner, he found himself staring eye-to-eye with his youngest daughter, Clyde! She died so young, and as he couldn't handle the thought of her death: she appeared disfigured and mangled in the maze. Her eyes bled, the skin on her face was peeled off, and her limbs snapped into pieces. Exactly how she looked in the crash!! His melancholy scream couldn't distract her; she just came closer and closer. He stumbled away, running as fast as he could. Up. Right. Down. Right. Up. Then he saw it.
The power pellet. Upon consuming it, he remembered all the good deeds he committed, such as the humanitarian work in Tanzania and the time he all the money he donated to charity. But most importantly, he remembered his dear wife, Ms. Pac-Man, and how she stood by him even when he... crashed the car that killed his daughters!!
He held back his tears as he confronted the demonic forms his children had taken. Left. Down. Right. When they came closer, they appeared worse than ever before: as demented blue imps with yellow eyes. He screamed, "I SHALL MOVE ON!!" as he pummeled into them head-first.
They were dead. He started to collect the rest of the pills, but once he swallowed the 240th pill, he fell unconscious. Upon regaining consciousness, he found he was still inside the clutches of his own mind, and that he had merely entered the next level of terror. The thought's of his children grasped him once more, and four loud squeals echoed through the maze...
