The next moments are done rapid fire, player by player, as they explore their bizarre environs. Felix, our first player, moves towards the open building, finding that it's a weapon store. With guns. Guns, so many guns, bright, shining, beautiful guns. The second player, Annette, touches one of the dangling objects near her and watches as it crumbles to dust. Third, Mormacar, begins to walk towards the lake, drinking deeply, but feels the need to go further. That the answer is down, in there. And it is so very hot. The last, Brock, begins his climb, and fore long finds himself at the peak. The sheets spread out before him like a great blue-white plain. But hanging above him, hundreds, thousands of them. Nooses! Ropes bound into tight circles, each appropriately sized, just for him.
Now, the players think things. Or rather, I tell them to think things. Felix finds the gun to be rather magnificent. He should have it. The store owner, not in sight, seems not to mind, and so he grasps it. Stepping out into the streets, some horrid thing creeps out of the alley, and Felix blasts it away with his gun! This wondrous thing! A fervor begins to build. The monster creeps back down into the darkness, where it belongs. My, what a wondrous thing!