Bart Simpson came into a small English town riding a stallion horse, ordering him to gallop in a most expedient manner. He was headed for the small hamlet called Eldritch Heath. It was a chilly, pitch-dark dusk; almost too dark to see anything without a good candle or lantern. The rain poured almost like lead; and the puddles may has well have been quicksand puddles with how disgustingly viscous and sticky they were. The ground was ornamented by all sorts of bones; not just skulls but arm bones, leg bones, and joints. The bones were decorated with red blood, as well. The cottages were scattered about and were some of the dilapidated homes one would have ever seen; the foundations had been warped and they all seemed to be infested with termites and rats. The grass seems to have seen better days, it looks as though it may have yellowed decades ago. The air was filled with a noxious, yet indeterminate, odor. It was most comparable to Satan's dog's crap if he was fed Limburger cheese and had diarrhea. And this was just the small town. He could only imagine how bad Eldritch Heath was.

Anyone who dared to enter the hamlet could be greet with a palpable sense of anxiety and intimidation. This feeling was unlike any other feeling anyone would experience in their lifetime; it would all but scar one for life. Those who knew of the shell-shock, mostly loved ones of those who entered the hamlet, could only ponder what would be in store for those sufferers. As a result, few people bothered to enter the hamlet; moreover, almost everyone who did was quickly chased away by this indescribable experience, or soon killed by whatever monsters they had to face.

Bart, now a pre-teen, was not muscular and he had a dork-like quality, though he did not really evoke that of a complete loser. His appearance wasn't too different from that from when we was ten years old. His visage resembled a yellow paper bag—it was impossible to discern it either as hair or as a mere extension of his head—but he otherwise bore normal features: ping-pong ball eyes, a nose that looks like a yellow gumdrop, and an overbite. His skull may very well have been shaped like a paper bag just like his head.

He was a knight in shining armor trying to save his princess from a dungeon tower. His princess, as it so happened, was one of the Mackleberry twins Sherri and Terri. At first glance, the twins exactly identical appearances and features: lavender hair which was now normal length, still relatively short statures, and noses which resembled pig snouts. The twins still wore hair bows, just as big and puffy as the ones they wore in fourth grade. They also wore braces; they were not the invisible braces that they got on the Power Plant's insurance plan, but rather plainly visible braces. With all the deformities and issues, they were not very comely; and they were most certainly not popular. (Bart's feelings for the twins were partly based on a very, very, minor crush; but mostly, it was plainly pity.) The only notable difference was that Terri was slightly pudgier than her sister; but even that's difficult to notice since Sherri deliberately wore clothing that is too big for her, out of respect for her sister's feelings. Bart wasn't sure which one was which (and you couldn't blame him; even Sherri and Terri themselves had trouble telling who was whom) and didn't know which one of the twins was the one he was about to rescue, but he hoping that one was Sherri. Whichever one it was, though, the prospect of proving his worth and winning the twin's heart (even though he felt little more than pity towards the twins) was sufficient to him to persevere though his quest and avoid folding to any scoundrels. His infatuation helped him to overcome any and all difficulties.

Bart knew he would be pit against many foes along the way; whether they be elves, orcs, dragons—you name it, and Bart would face it in his journey. Surprisingly, he wasn't really intimidated at all. He kept a brave personality even knowing what he was getting himself into in Eldritch Heath. He was quite confident in himself to such and extent, that if he wasn't alone, he would annoy everyone around him. He walked to an elderly guide donning raggedly clothes which seemed to be stitched together from rags, and asked for directions.

"I'm Bart Simpson. Who the hell are you?"

"There is no need for profanity, Bart. Anyway, I am the one called Alfie Blythe."

"Alfie Blythe? Are you freaking kidding me? What kind of name is that?" Bart snickered.

"It's my name, you great lummox!"

"Okay, whatever you say." Bart continued to laugh. "...'Alfie Bylthe'?"

Under his breath, Alfie said, "I always get the comedians."

"Okay, well, thank you. I need directions to Eldritch Heath. I need to rescue a princess locked in the dungeon. Just like in the movie Shrek."

Alfie gasped. "You are merely a child! Are you aware of the unspeakable dangers that await you? I cannot let you go!"

"Yeah, right! How are you going to stop me?"

"You do need the map. How do you expect to go to Eldritch Heath without the map?"

"...Oh, yeah."

"And who is this princess, anyway?"

"Her name is Sherri... um, Terri... Well, either one. She's... unconventionally attractive, with her piggy nose and her braces and all. She has an... okay personality. She is... fun to be around?"

"Interesting."

"Well, yeah. I need to save her."

"Look, Bart, I just do not want you to get hurt. If you died and disobeyed me, then I would never be able to forgive myself."

"Get bent!"

Alfie finally sighed, "Fine. I'll give you the map, but only so you won't accidentally wander into Eldritch Heath."

Bart crunched the map in to his hands, and walked off. Once he was sure that Alfie was gone, he sneered under his breath, "Sucker"! Alfie overheard, and yelled, "I heard that!" Bart couldn't care less, though. He had too much work to do. He did not carry anything other than his clothes, his armor, and a destructive slingshot. He decided that before he started onto Eldritch Heath, he needed to imbibe some grog to, as he would put it, "build strength." He also needed to ruminate on his plan on how he was going to rescue his princess... for all of about two seconds, anyway. Of course, he was simply going to charge into his enemies like a madman.

He finally made it to Eldritch Heath, and got off his horse. He started to be slightly intimidated but he didn't feel too bad. He was filled with adrenaline, and wasn't so much afraid as he was pumped up; he was excited to do battle with all of the foes he would face. They were predominately all the disposable baddies that appeared in his favorite video games. Things like small fish creatures and swarms of things. Vanilla stuff that could Bart could easily wipe the floor with. For the most part, he hadn't seen anything that truly frightened him. The only creature that was any bother was a dragon with four heads, and even then he was more annoyed than perturbed.

"I am your worst nightmare!" yelled Bart.

Surprisingly, the dragon could talk. "Not really. I already saw The Nutshack."

Bart had to admit, "...Good point. But now it's time to die, dragon!"

"You wish!" yelled the dragon.

"Wish granted!

The monster took a large puff and blew fire at Bart. Bart spent most of the battle dodging these blasts. The key to winning the battle was finding the monster's "weak spot"; so many endgame bosses had a "weak spot" to focus on and the dragon was no exception. Bart then drew his slingshot at the belly, and Bart could feel the monster getting weaker. Bart finally found where the the "weak spot" was and was able to take charge of the battle and prove victorious. It was all but smooth sailing at this point. By the end of the battle, Bart was covered in scars and bruised. He wasn't about to give up, but he needed a rest. At this point, the energy and stamina he used in the dragon's skirmish was pretty much drained; and Bart didn't feel like fighting any monsters, running to the tower, or doing anything ever. However, he had to persevere. Firstly, he needed to save the piggy nose princess. Secondly, there was little point in giving up with how far he had come. He had to go on.

With all that in mind, Bart mentally and physically prepared as much as he could for the trek he would need to pace through to claim his... not so much "love." He told himself that he could make it, no matter how a arduous a journey it would be. He wishes he had brought his horse, though. He sprinted though the first ten miles, keeping his pace across the distance. Not too long, though, he almost wanted to vomit. Not only was he suffering an awful stomach cramp, but it was so tedious and dull seeing almost the exact same dead vegetation throughout the entire path. He couldn't keep it on, and eventually starting trudging through the path instead. After five more miles, even that turned out to be too much for him. He needed a moment of respite.

However, when Bart had let his guard down, he hears something. He hears speaking in some foreign language, but it didn't even sound like any language on Earth. It feels like a conversion some outer space aliens would have... but backwards. The one comprehensible thing he could make out was a rather audible cry, "Haw haw!" For once, Bart was truly terrified. This bizarre language outright gave him the urge to piss himself. Still not fully deterred, he took a look at the beast. He quickly wanted to die at that point, even if that meant leaving Sherri or Terri in the tower. The creature needed to face was a creature unlike anything had imagined before. The creature had no conceivable form, and nothing that could be related to anything on this earth or even this universe; it could not be humanly ideated.

However, he forced himself to get through this final battle. After all, could he just give up right now? He had no choice to brave the fight against this unspeakable abomination. He forced himself through the battle, and there was no clear "weak spot" to be found. How was he going to conquer this inconceivable behemoth? He made up his mind and just decided he wasn't going to even try. Rather than try and attack it, he would try to outfox it and steal the princess from under whatever is supposed to be its nose. He pondered a plan, and this time; he actually thought long and hard. He made his strategy and executed it. He manages to succeed by the skin of his teeth, and climbs the tower to kiss the princess. He puckers his lips and (rather reluctantly) goes for the kiss.

"So which one are you?"

"Terri."

As soon as he began to kiss though, something peculiar happened.

"Error: The game crashed: 3A34BF3."

"Oh, dear. We need to fix that as soon as possible," Martin Prince said. "No, that's a good thing. I almost kissed Terri!" Martin, and a group of several other nerds (and Bart) were trying to make their own video game. Terri wasn't thrilled to hear what Bart said, and Sherri complained to Bart to defend her vilified sister. "Bart, what do you have against Terri! She's sweet and adorable and the greatest sister in the whole world." Little did she or Terri know that their camaraderie would soon be tested. Sherri added, "This game looks so stupid and boring! You should make a two-player platform game like Mario. You could make us the stars!" Lisa Simpson, the brother of Bart, responded, "Look, I don't like this game either, but this is what we decided. I don't even like video games in the first place!" Allison Taylor pitched in and said, "I think this game sounds awesome"; to the shock of just about everyone. Who knew someone who won't shut up about anagrams would like a game like this? At that point, Martin and Database then noticed how late it was and adjourned the meeting.

Later, after everyone packed and left, Terri sulked in her and Sherri's room.