welcome to this
cold, dark and damp place. Your stifled footsteps echo off the lichen-covered
stone walls.. the air is thin and stale... your eyes can't get accustomed
to this gloom.. there's little point, there's little to see. The
back of your hand follows the rough walls as you make your way into the
little antechamber... there you can just about make out a large desk, on
which a single candle, partnered with a sinlge match stand defiantly...
on lighting the candle you become aware of a heavy old leather-bound book
which creaks as you open it... inside is listed the following:
the
black hole
relic
sick
suspense and mayhem
my
name is max, I'm all alone in this place, please talk to me