![]() ![]() We all gathered around a magnifying glass on a cabinet to marvel at it, when one gentleman piped up, "Do you think we should try to escape now, maybe?" Our special Shadows over Innistrad preview card lay encased in that small wooden box, only viewable with a magnifying glass. For your reward, a glimpse at my latest creation, a Magic card!" "Very good!" came the man's voice through an air vent, "very good. Nobody could bring themselves to look anyone else in the eye. What appetite I may have had was now well and truly gone.Įventually, we had assembled a.monster, of sorts, on the operating table. My wife took charge, bless her, directing one gentleman to paw through a pile of ears and another to go elbow-deep in the bottle of brains. I vaguely remember my daughter gleefully brandishing a severed arm at one point she really is going to need a talking-to after this. What followed was a bloody blur as we muddled through the assorted body parts and pieces around the room, trying to puzzle together what went where. "If you'd like to avoid the same fate," he said, his voice shaking, "assist me in assembling my latest.creation." Someone approached the table and read from the piece of paper. I grabbed my wife and daughter and held them close-or perhaps they held me close as I whimpered, I can't quite recall. "Hey, um," one of our group said, before we all heard the door behind us slam shut and a lock click into place. A jar of eyeballs on the table, some ears under the desk, and a bottle of brains on a sideboard. The blood drained from my face as other grisly items became apparent. Now wait a minute, I don't think any restaurant is going to pass a health inspection looking like this! ![]() As my eyes scanned the room, I took in a desk and book case, some cabinets, and a basket filled with disembodied legs. In the room stood an operating table, on which lay a single sheet of paper. He then directed us through a doorway to what I assumed was the main dining room. Ahhh, a classy joint, I thought to myself. We followed him down a shadowy hall where he asked us to leave any bags, coats, trinkets, and items of technology in a nearby chest. Mistaking it perhaps for a charming establishment where we could quench our thirst and sate our hunger, we joined the group, keen to escape the gathering storm clouds and, as my young daughter would put it, "eat nuggets and chippies and sauce."Ī man dressed as a dentist, or perhaps a doctor, welcomed us inside. My wife and I were walking with our daughter when we happened across a group of people, perhaps four or five strong, eagerly gathered near a darkened doorway. That's the last time I blindly follow a group into a building, make no mistake. ![]()
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