Christian's Castle by michaelrayholt PG

You open the door and pass through. Its hinges glide open effortlessly and as you pass through the door, you allow your fingers to feel the smooth golden grooves made by the letters of "True Christianity" on the door. In a nearly idyllic fancy, you allow your head to turn from the door to the room, which you now notice (except from the light through the door) is pitch black.

Your fancy snaps to reality when the door slams behind you, engulfing the room in utter darkness. Your heart jumps up into your throat as the silence and darkness begin to unnerve you.

From the darkness all around you, torches that you had not seen before burst into flaming light. The noise startles you, but the light reassures you - then you see the muck you are standing in. Filth you had not noticed before nearly covers your shoes, as you lift each foot from the mire, disgusted at what you find yourself surrounded by. You turn to see that what had been the door by which you entered is now a dank, dirty stone wall. You're beginning to sense a nasty trend with the doors in this castle.

All around you are piles of stinking trash and disgusting piles of dung and the like, making you increasingly sickened to stand where you are. Even though venturing further could place you in a worse state, you cannot help but feel compelled to do so.

From the several torches now blazing on the stone walls (a far cry from the glorious beauty you'd seen mere moments ago), you can see three well-lit tunnelways, which could all only be described as sewer-like. One is to your left, one is before you, and one is to your right. One MUST lead from this miserable stench!