The Great city of Monte Carlo welcomes you to its primeval lands and it's accursed caverns, here dwell only madmen and the remains of long dead kings. Old Monte Carlo's metropolis harbors all sects of curiosity conceived of in the minds of man, from contemplations upon the strange and subtle features of our universe, theorization on the truth within varied conspiracies, to philosophical notions both large and small. Our great city is bountiful in all forms of obscurity, and soon, our prestigious Agarthan Scholars shall discover what primordial powers lie dormant within the structures of old man, and what dwells in the great abyss, out of sight and out of mind. Come Son of man, drink of the waters of old Babylon gratefully and be refreshed in their unending malice, the deceitful sun smiles upon ye who enter here of their own will. Shall ye bask alongside us in our infernal fires of madness, or will ye rot in the shadows of mans own creation, the choice, as always, is yours.
