Menya zovut Stiv, i ya byl obychnym malchishkoy, uchilsya v shkole i pytalsya ne popadatsya na glaza zadire Dirku. No teper moya zhizn kruto izmenilas. Vmesto ruk - pryamougolniki, vmesto nog - pryamougolniki, vmesto tela - pryamougolnik! Chto zhdet menya v etom strannom mire kompyuternoy igry? Nebolshaya podskazka: goryaschie krasnye glaza, zelenaya kozha, kosti, chto-to yavno protuhshee... moby. A tochnee, tselaya tolpa mobov! Ladno-ladno, tut est esche pechenki i tort - prosto obedenie, hot i ne sravnitsya s babushkinym pirogom, eh... Ya ochen hochu kogda-nibud vernutsya domoy, a poka peremeschayus iz odnogo mira v drugoy, srazhayus s zombi i kriperami i pomogayu mestnym zhitelyam: zaschischayu ih ot holoda, vosstanavlivayu ih ogorody. A esche obschayus so strannikami Kraya, pytayus uskolznut iz doma s privideniyami i perezhivayu mnogo drugih neveroyatnyh priklyucheniy.