As you step out of the elevator, you notice the damp humidity in the air as you feel a drop of sweat trickle from your cheek. The room before is you looks as shabby as an old barn, with traces amount of mold clinging to lower reaches, cob webs in the higher corners, both littering the rotten wooden walls, with small globs of glup dripping from the ceiling. The floor itself looks and feels as plank on a deck of a boat, slightly covered with dirt, gravel, and purple gunk. The only source of light comes from a wide lamp cling from the ceiling by the wires that power it, spewing forth fluorescent light. Under this light, you notice both massive transparent counter top holding glittery objects of interest and a gargantuan Muk peering at you from behind it.
Welcome to the second floor of our grand bazaar here at the Battle tower. While hosting up my gym out in the bogs, my little buddy Gunk here has gathered quite a collection of odd stuff that had been floating down the swamp.
Remember everyone, everything you flush down your toilet, or send down your sink, floats through here, leading towards the ocean. twisted
