Originally Posted by
Benson
Mazes, who doesn't love 'em? Cackle
Up ahead as they ventured down into a narrowing passageway, following a random path like a rail road, the gang would come across a cross section that opened up, three paths, right, left, straight up ahead. Above, for those who could see in the dark naturally and unnaturally the ceiling was rounded, cracked with weeds and cracks showing dirt sprinkling down. There were pillars scattered about, some barely still standing, most overtaken by gravity.