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Message: <blockquote data-quote="StupidSmurf" data-source="post: 2576806" data-attributes="member: 35893">Fortunately, my players do give me a chance to read a long description, although every once in a while I have to wag a finger and do the "ah ah ah...let me finish!" thing.The door opens outward, and the smell of rotting meat wafts out. The room's only window, located to the left of the door and in the direct middle of the wall, allows in some dim late afternoon sunlight. Motes of dust, disturbed by the door's opening, dance in the beam. There's a 1'x1' mirror hanging just to the right of the window.A light socket with a 20-watt bulb dangles from the ceiling. There's a switch immediately to the left of the door, and astute observers can make out the wire that runs from the switch, up the wall, along the ceiling, to the light fixture. The wiring is clearly old and shabby. The ceiling is 8 feet up, the floor is dirty yellow linoleum. Old wallpaper is slowly peeling from the wall, and the initial smell of decay is now mixed with the stale odor of mildew. The air is cold and damp, but that could be from the New England autumn more than anything else. Clearly, the room is not heated.There's a wooden table and chair set against the wall opposite the door. Seated at the table is a man, or what used to be a man. Dressed in what seems to be a tuxedo, the corpse is clearly in an advanced state of decay. However, there's enough skin and hair left to determine that the man had black hair and a moustache. The remaining eye, the left orb, is also intact, and shows that he had blue eyes. This eye looks misshapen as it lies in the exposed socket. No sign of the right eye.There's still a fountain pen clutched in the man's left hand, and the pen's tip is resting on a notepad discolored with age. The words "Liver Ivonis", written in flowing script, are readable.A massive leather-bound book lies open on the table, directly in front of the corpse. In fact, the corpse's right hand lies on the book. No title is in evidence. Judging by the angle and location of the corpse's face, it becomes apparent that the last thing he saw was his own reflection, as the head and the mirror on the wall line up perfectly.The tiles around and under the chair's legs are warped and discolored courtesy of a variety of fluids that evaporated long ago.So...who goes in?  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /></blockquote>

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