South Island's Green Hill Zone is paradise made manifest. Palm tree leaves sway in the light breeze that flows in from the nearby ocean, while birds happily chirp overhead. On the ground, woodland creatures scurry about, and gorgeous golden rings spin as if mounted on an invisible axis, tossing glints of sunlight as they rotate. It's all so very beautiful--until you take a closer look at what's really going on.
Those woodland creatures? Those are actually malicious robots programmed to commit heinous crimes; but what makes this even more terrifying is the fact that living, breathing bunnies and birds are trapped inside said robots, probably unwillingly fueling them with their life force. What's worse, if you cross a border between South Island's many zones, you might get sucked into a "special stage," one of the most devious, mind-shattering travel deterrents created. It constantly rotates, refusing to let you gain your bearings. Which ways is up? Down? It doesn't matter, because you'll be begging to be set free--until you begin to lose yourself to the deceivingly calming music and the backdrop of green birds and blue fish that repeat forever and ever through all of eternity.