Now someone needs to do this for Pacman. 
Man and Pack - November 2009Another corner. Another dark hallway. The glimmering gems in the floor no longer tempt me; my pack is full to bursting. They'll do me little good if I never escape this maze. Their luster dissipates quickly at a touch. At least I can tell where I have been already, so that I rarely backtrack.
I grow weak with hunger. Visions of succulent fruit dance before my eyes. I dare not stop. These caves are haunted by ghouls. Only the light of the stones holds them at bay, and that fades with every breath.
There must be an end, mustn't there?
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Cruise Elroy - January 2010"Explain it again," said the President.
"Er... the sun has a crack in it," said the lead scientist, a sad-faced man with a fringe of gray hair. "It appears to be opening, as though hinged."
"Or like a mouth," put in a dark-haired assistant.
"And that's related to the dark patch behind it? The Inky, you called it?"
"The action seems to have been in response to its appearance, yes."
"And the radio signal?"
"We've decoded it." The assistant pushed a button. The sound poured out:
wakka-wakka-wakka.
"Regrettably, sir, it appears that the universe is in need of a Power Pellet."
