The sun sets. The night begins to crawl the skies. A cold wind blows down from the north. You feel the chill to the bone. Blackened clouds drift, rolling, glowing in the bluish hue of the moon. A feeling of eerie forboding besets your soul. How have you come to be here at this ominous place? The growing darkness beckons you on. A shadowy form materializes upon the ancient bridge before you, motioning you to enter. Friend or foe? That will be your choice. The West Gate of Hell awaits. Come forth, unto your glory.........or doom.........