Your nose wrinkles and protrudes into the putrid filth of a dying industry. The worse the smell, the more likely you'll find this mystical mage of ultimate legal power. Your built in H2S sensors start in on overdrive as the imaginary needle in your mind dips further and further into the red zone. It rocks back so violently in fact you are knocked unconscious and land in a pool of black rotting pulp being prevented from drying out and dying by the seal water from a continuously leaking agitator. There; the hydrogen sulfide blacks out the rest of your conscious brain, allowing you to drift into the sixth dimension for a brief period of time. You see hideous, horrific beings wearing stifling suits and dorky glasses which focus in the light from the third dimension so as to be visible here. Before you can say a word, or really dig into this unbelievable domain of bureaucratic horrors; you die, because of course you do. That shit is toxic man.