No one is ever sure how they end up at the gates of Strygan's Funhouse, and you are no exception. You stand in an eerie yellow-green spotlight, surrounded by swirling opalescent mists. Strygian's Funhouse towers over you, its endless stories disappearing into the dark clouds above. A giant grotesque scowls at you, it's open maw a portal to the rooms within. The air smells faintly of smoke, and somehow sinister sounding calliope music escapes from the portal before you.
A disembodied voice, crackling with age, bids you to enter ...
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