Literature
Tales of Terror: Who WANTS to Live Forever?
“You were alive during the great plague of 2020, weren’t you?” “...yes. Yes, I was.” Skoodge was in the middle of scrubbing down the beds, the big, fat Irken looking slightly over his shoulder before he returned to his work. Like all Irkens, Skoodge had green, slightly scaly skin, black antannae, a sort of insectoid body. He kept his clawed hands in black gloves and he wore a maroon-ish shirt with pink sleeves and shoulder clothes to match, with black boots. But ZIM… Zim was lucky, lucky, lucky. Thanks to his amazing work with the Infinite Energy Absorption Blob, he’d been able to get a comfy job as an Elite. He had the finest armor, shiny and bright, purple in color and gleaming in the light of the room. When he put his sadistically clever mind to it, Zim could be brilliant…but he’d been coasting on his success for over two decades now. HE’D been off-planet, not on Irk during the great plague that had devastated so much of the world. And he’d almost sounded…sad about not