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Message: <blockquote data-quote="humble minion" data-source="post: 4733891" data-attributes="member: 5948">Because the meat mines are dank, and close, and pitch black, and the workers wade through unspeakable filth to do their work.Because every possible disease, and some which are only just beginning to be born, festers in the biological cesspool that is the pits.Because the meat needs to excrete, and the workers are going to wade knee-deep in it, and continually shovel it out of the pit to be used as fertiliser or the pit will fill with the stuff.Because the meat pit talks to you, when you're alone in there.Because the parts of the meatpit devoted to the production of brains for illithids are made of human flesh.  And the management might need to seed it with yours - don't worry, this will only sting for a little while, and then part of you will live forever.  (And maybe it will escape, and come back to find you...)Because the meat sometimes retains its primal reflexes and urges, and will try to eat you (or worse), if you are unwary or get too close.Because the city's vampires have gravitated to it, and feed both off the blood from the growing meat and from the condemned workers, dwelling feral and naked and blood-encrusted in the winding pathways of the meat mines, living a continual orgy of deep crimson gluttony, while dominated overseers conceal their activities.Otyughs.  Stirges.  Giant leeches.  Blood elementals.  You name it, it'll lurk down there.</blockquote>

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