If you're ever miserable beyond any reason and need a place to go, just travel until the clouds thicken and the colours around you fade to grey. There, among the ghostly streets of a melancholy town where nobody smiles, looming in dust and graffiti, you will find the Feel Good Inc. Tower; a gigantic structure built not by the living but the deceased and depressed. This is the place where the dreary and the dead come, to forget about the past and the future.
They sip on hundred year old alcohol and sing along to Zombie music, and live in the moment where they have no troubles.
A pair of humans were sat in one corner of the Feel Good Tower, sharing a glass of dry whisky, said to be from 1939. Specially selected by the eldest man, because it was the year world war two had begun, he had the most hold over it, and neglected his partner barely more than a sip every few minutes.
"Where's Noodle?" Murdoc