What was once a stop for stagecoaches heading west has become a home to lost souls, a haven to monsters and cryptids, and a waystation for the undead. As you wander through our land you will meet the mistress of the mists. An unquiet spirit given form only by the fog that surrounds her. You will explore our ice cave, imported from the frozen crags of the Himalaya Mountains. Our gothic cemetery is home to many undead, including our corpse bride, endlessly searching for her husband. We recently hired a crew to clean up the toxic waste that was dumped here. We even brought in a scientist to make sure it was completed correctly, but after a freak accident involving some unknown sludge and a bag of microwave popcorn, he has gone quite insane. If he asks you to mix things together, well, you can do it, but it might explode.