Originally posted by SicilianNajdorfSicilianNajdorf stopped typing and picked up a heavy brass key. Wearily, he made his way down the cold stone steps. He unlocked an iron door and lit a torch to see in the pitch black of the basement. As always, he winced at the stench of faeces and rotting flesh. He moved over to the far wall where a pitifully thin figure was lashed to an iron cross, struggling to breath through his muzzle.
I think I'll have Russ close this thread .
"Russ," said SicilianNajdorf softly. "We are going upstairs to close a thread."