A man stood out in the fog in, on his head a brimmed hat and in his hand a bag. He was visible only by the light of a street lamp and the windows of the house he was at the door of. If there was intense piano music in the background, this sight would’ve likely made many people nostalgic of a certain horror movie.
 “Stop that. You don’t even like to wear hats,” a woman in a hooded robe said, snatching the hat off of the man’s head.
 The now-hatless man looked at the shro

 The small, alien creatures wriggled to Samus’s room. Inside, Samus was laying down on her back, still dressed in the same orange attire as before. Her hands were on her stomach, which shook and moved with its contents. Samus’s blonde hair was out of its usual pony-tail and spread behind her head. She looked unbelievably comfortable; a smile was naturally present on her face as she slept.
 The critters had arrived at Samus Aran’s bed. One of them stuck itself on the side of platf

 An orange ship drifted listlessly though space. It, much like its owner, was set for nowhere in particular, and it showed just as great a rush to get there. Samus Aran wasn’t really sure of what to do at the moment. She didn’t have any highly important jobs at the moment, and she didn’t have the energy to go out and find something to hunt. The bounty hunter was simply lounging around in her orange two-piece outfit that she liked to wear after missions. Her shorts did a great job disp

 Rythandra yawned. She was being to get tired, both physically and mentally. Will, her meal, hadn’t been moving much, and while she was sure he was still alive, she wondered if he was alright. He was so vigorous before, and that was something she made sure of. The reptilian queen had fooled him into thinking she was making advances, then promptly swallowed him whole. She remembered the act fondly.
 To tell the truth, she wasn’t totally against the idea of going through with that ki

 Wrenfield looked up at the ivory blimp holding his ship up from the Earth. It sometimes worried him; to think that the one thing separating him from near-certain death was an old fabric balloon containing gas. The thing was certainly reliable and had never gotten so much as a tear in its surface. Still, though, it was hard not to think about it when he spent so much time in the air.
 The young mechanic was clad in a very functional suit of clothing. He had dusty brown pants on, as wel

 From behind a stone spire, a beautiful woman stood cautiously. Tightly clasped in her hands was a small gun, the rear of which was pressed into her ample breasts. She glanced around the spire for a moment to survey the area. Nothing could be seen.
 Samus Aran sighed with disappointment. She’d been on this planet for nearly an hour, and she’d yet to see a single target worth pursuing. She brushed a stray blond hair out of her face, as the rest were in the pony-tail that she usually

 A damp climate; muddy, green water; the whining of mosquito wings: it was the very definition of a swamp. At least, that’s what William Prost thought when he observed his surroundings. According to his captors, however, there was no time for such matters as looking around. A humanoid-reptilian creature shoved Will forward to make his haste more obvious.
 “Move along, primate,” the lizardman grunted deeply.
 William, whose hands were bound together by vines in a makeshift-fa