I frisked Uberbob's tied-up body and found the Magic Map. With the push of a finger we all were suddenly standing (or in Uberbob's case, lying unconscous) on the mysterious shores of the Isle of Darkness. Clouds of pure evaporated evil hung in the sky overhead, blocking out the sun and causing the illusion of perpetual night. Actually it was worse than perpetual night, since even night has stars. Waves broke violently against the island; I could only assume because they were evil waves. Towering before us was a gigantic and ominous-looking cliff of ice, with a square metal door built into the side.
As far as evil decorating was concerned, this island really broke the mold. I had to admit that it was very well-done, and pulled off the evil fortress look flawlessly. The only noticeable oddity was that the door had no handle, but perhaps this was intentional. Whoever lived here was clearly not a people person.
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