...You firmly latched onto the bristly armed backside of the raptorial hellbird just as it began soaring upbound in pursuit of a cool, refreshing drink of blood. As you exited the demonic taxi, you spotted a welcoming patch of much needed slush in which to wallow and soothe your nearly incinerated appendages. There are eight culminating tunnels here. You sense you're only one step away from confronting a long awaited and well garnered destiny. Thinking aloud you whine, "But which one is the right one? They all look so similar! And how do I get past that patrolling, hostile looking gargoyle? Damn - what should I do? whine, whine, whine... And what will become of me?!"