Welcome to Hollow Moon Glide. Once a year, when the moon is at its fullest, the old graveyard on the hill holds a lantern parade, and this year the friendly ghosts have sent pixel Markiplier an invitation. There is just one catch: the party is on the far side of the graveyard, and the only way across is over the top. So he has stitched together a pair of bat wings from an old umbrella, two broom handles and a lot of tape.
The wings creak with every flap, the haunted trees stretch their twisty branches across the sky and the crooked chimneys of the manor never seem to stand where they did a moment ago. Jack-o'-lanterns float between them, glowing like tiny suns, and the ghosts would love to have every one at the parade. Keep the wings beating and the lanterns coming, and see how far a homemade glider can carry him before the moon goes down.
