The memory hall is a regularly-recurring location in ZED. The player visits it a total of five times in the course of the game.
Scripts[ | ]
Story Ideas[ | ]
[SFX]: *rushing water, frogs croaking*
[Young Mal]: Here's my idea for the comic: ZED can be about anything we want it to be.
[Young Mal]: One story, he's this loser superhero. Next, he's on ancient Mars.
[Young Mal]: Then? He's fighting radioactive cannibals, post World War Three.
[Young Mal]: Get this: He's fully aware the whole time. Knows none of these places is home.
[Young Mal]: He's lost in the multiverse, trying to find the story he fits in.
[Young Mal]: Ms. Landsale said it's "very meta."
[Young Mal]: ...No, I don't know what that means, either.
Movie rights[ | ]
[SFX]: *voicemail beep*
[Mal]: It's Mal. You'll never believe this.
[Mal]: After cutting us out of merchandise for the character we made as kids...
[Mal]: ...after kicking us out of our own comic...replacing us with hacks...
[Mal]: ...and that drawn-out court case that amounted to nothing...
[Mal]: ...after basically blacklisting us from the comic industry...after cancelling the comic.
[Mal]: Plimco Comics just optioned the movie rights to Halbert Atwell.
[Mal]: *long sigh*
[Mal]: ...I never should have signed that contract.
A Flop[ | ]
[SFX]: *voicemail beep*
[Mal]: Hey, it's Mall. Reviews are out, my friend!
[Mal]: "A lifelessm soulless husk of a summer film."
[Mal]: Um..."Poorly conceived and badly executed."
[Mal]: "No purpose beyond thoroughly detailing the bottom of the barrel."
[Mal]: It's not just the critics. I showed up opening night to an empty house.
[Mal]: Whole ninety minutes just reeked of nobody caring...
[Mal]: I swear, ZED's farther away from finding his place in the metaverse than ever.
[Mal]: And I don't know about you, but I ain't seen a dime.
[Mal]: I tried doing some ZED sketched at a convention to pay the bills. And guess what? Plimco threatened to sue.
[Mal]: And I ask you: where was that erstwhile protection of the character when that "movie" got made?
[Mal]: "laughing incredulously*
Daughter[ | ]
[SFX]: *voicemail beep*
[Daughter]: Hey, Dad. It's me. Got your letter.
[Daughter]: Which I...really didn't expect.
[Daughter]: I'm screwing this up... It was nice.
[Daughter]: I agree. It would be good to be in each other's lives. It was a long time ago...
[Daughter]: That Christmas tree probably had it coming, anyway.
[Daughter]: I actually have to tell you, uh...family-related...
[Daughter]: I'm pregnant. We're pregnant.
[Daughter]: So...good time to reconnect. Good timing!
[Daughter]: Call me?
Sketches[ | ]
[SFX]: *voicemail beep*
[Daughter]: Hey, Dad. It's me.
[Daughter]: Uh, so...Trudy left a message. Your neighbor?
[Daughter]: Said something about a fire truck? You leave something on the grill? Again?
[Daughter]: I'll be by tomorrow. We should talk. There's a specialist I think we should see.
[Daughter]: Also, the sketches you emailed are amazing.
[Daughter]: How's it coming? What's it about? I mean I know it's about Zed, right? But...
[Daughter]: You said it's for Charlotte? That's...nice. Thank you.