Ace Gordon knocked on the door. It was an odd door, a little shorter than most, and in a bright lime green kind of color that just oozed eccentricity. The house that surrounded it was equally as odd, though not quite as lime green, as the paint had long since faded and not been reapplied. The paint on the door looked fresh however and immediately after knocking on it, the door opened, slowly and heavily as if it were on gears, which in fact it was. The room that Ace entered is hard to describe, Imagine the most gaudy room in the history of rooms. Now add some gaudiness, and then add a toy train, with a laser pointer where the smoke stack should be and that should give you an approximation of the oddity that unfolded before Ace’s eyes. From another door, further into the bowels of this odd little house, burst a man, and a coffee can. Ace, taken aback, uttered a quick hello. The man did not respond. The coffee can did. Continue Reading →