I am not sure how you got here.
Frankly speaking the tangle of wires leading up to this server should literally be impossible to navigate. Even then, the mats of dust on the fans should have choked the website before it could utter a single word. The server has been shoved down into a the shadow realm of the closet. Where only forgotten relics and nightmares rest.
What follows is your personal journey into the unknown. Having gotten to the tavern now, it strikes you as if shadows have been packed floor to ceiling into this place. The themes are like old wooden tables and dirt strewn floors. They give off an acrid smell of mop water and cheep booze.
There is no barkeep.
There will be no turning back.
