You enter a cold, dank room. The faint sound of dripping water can be heard. Seated upon a rickety chair, his feet up on an old crate, is a fat, slobbering creature who looks up at you with interest at your approach. His beady eyes shining, he gives you an evil grin and raises his hand to point with a chubby finger towards several doors leading from the chamber. In a guttural voice, he asks where you want to go. As you stare at the figure, you realize you are facing the person that all adventures both fear and worship as a God - 'The Dungeon Master!'
