Tonight's broadcast is brought to you by the company you depend upon for all of your greatest needs, Heart Life.

These stories are true dramatizations from our fair city's glorious history.

So listen and remember, heart life, all the life you'll ever need.

Before the advent of component media like Plastiel and Durium,

the walls of our tunnels were constructed from crude materials,

fashioned from little more than earth itself.

Though it may be hard to believe that the directors could be nostalgic for such things,

there is one place in our fair city where these ancient materials of brick and mortar can

be found.

It is called simply Old Tunnel. Here on the edges of what can be considered civilized

lurk things older than heart life and more dangerous than free thought. Here we find young Nathan

Rourke. He was recently appointed to the enviable task of shoring up statistical projections.

Today his duties in forcing the projected incidents of mistake have brought him into the old

tunnel with all the tools necessary for his assignment, several large sacks, and a wheelbarrow.

Here, Nathan, why don't you wander off by yourself into what is by far the creepiest part of the city?

Oh yes, sir, right away, sir.

And take this wheelbarrow filled with bags of who knows what with you, no questions asked.

Only if I can sing creepy nursery rhymes while I do it.

Well, that goes without sing, doesn't it?

Tunnels of all, tunnels of all, dark and dank and misty and cold.

If you, dear child, don't do what you're told, you will be eaten by hungering mold.

Ha!

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