*The skunk looked about the dungeon with curiosity...he doubted many came here, as evident by a layer of dust on most of the objects....speaking of which many of them seemed rather ghastly at best. He looked around, walking to the center of the room, and punching in the number for the dungeon room. The tape player clunked and sputtered...till finally the track played...it was obvious noone had selected it for quite awhile.<br/><br/>Most of the devices, he learned, were unique, or mostly unique, to this one dungeon. Some were so monstrous, even the Spanish Inquisition would have deemed them inhumane. There was one, a bed with a carved out place for the bed, and an axe overhead. The guide stated that a person would be tied down onto the table, and the axehead would spear into them. The persons blood would drip down the table into the carved out place where the head would lie, and a person would eventually drown in their own blood.<br/><br/>That was one of the few the guide even mentioned as to how it worked. It went on to say the rest were too graphic for explanation.<br/><br/>The skunk rested his hands on the blood-drowner, running his paw on the rough wood surface. He noticed that blood still stained the "bath" area. He shivered a bit and moved to another one...this one was mentioned by the book as an old legend.<br/><br/>One would be left in the center of a ring, a spiked ball strapped into their mouth, and leather straps stuck to the person via pins. They would be left there overnight for a demon to devour in the most horribly violent and sadistic ways possible...and the dungeon masters always said the room would be covered in blood...pieces of body found in several different devices, but most of the flesh and bone would be gone. The skunk chuckled, knowing of course this was all mythology. He ran a hand against one of the leather straps, taking it off the rack and holding it in his hand. It snapped in two most instantly, it was so dried out. He put it back and slowly crept away, but not before tripping on the base of a rack of old rusted spined facemasks and tailclamps. The old rack teetered and within moments crashed to the floor, the old torture devices rolling and breaking, scattered all over the floor. He let out a yelp as a spike landed on the middle of his tail, impaling right through the flesh and sticking into the ground beneath him, pinning him there. A small amount of blood trickled from both sides of the impaling spike, and he layed there in pain, trying to regain his composure, and not do anything else stupid*