Welcome to the haunted dungeon. I am your tour guide for this dark and stormy evening. My name is Igor.

We are very proud of our little dungeon; all of the equipment here is top of the line! We specialize in torture, but we can be persuaded, for a small fee, to incarcerate your prisoners. If you'll just sign our guestbook(blood optional) we can commence with the tour. Ignore the latin and the fine print, No one really collects souls now-adays. I mean, where would we keep it?

The torture room, on your right, is fully stocked with the latest devises; a kind of high tech chamber of horrors.MWaHaaahaaa
*cough* excuse me. The dampness sometimes makes me cough.

Oh, ignore Aristotle. He died here. He's always trying to catch the spider that did him in.

Over here, beyond the pool of acid, we have the oubellettes. Ignore the pleading and whining, please.*sniff* some people have no stamina

Over here, past the skull rack, we have our snack bar. Please feel free to purchase souviniers. The chattering teeth are nice, and the Pinchers work well *cough*, or so I'm told.

Well, that just about does it for our little tour. Please, make yourself comfortable; one of our torturers will be here to begin your "treatment" soon. Oh, you're just sight-seeing? Maybe you should have read that fine print, after all...

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