The Machine Room
You are in a large, humming machine room. Ducts (square ones, round
ones, metal ones, plastic ones) criss-cross the entire chamber, poking
out of walls, turning once or twice, and disappearing back into
another wall. The air burns your nose with the faint odor of
sulfur.
A thin layer of whitish dust covers everything. You hope this room
isn't modeled on a place from the ancient days when asbestos was used
as an insulant.
On the far east side of the room, there appears to be a set of double
doors. You really don't want to climb the ductwork again. To the
west is a door that proves to be locked. Oops.
Go through the eastern doors.
Exit back to my homepage.