There is something very wrong with this place. I cannot say whether it is cursed, haunted, poisoned, or something worse, but it is not right. It doesn't look right. It doesn't smell right. It doesn't feel right. My people do not like it here. To make matters worse, the local native witch doctor has his people and mine convinced that the world is coming to a catostrophic end at 12 noon on the 12th day of the 12th month of the year 1212. Surely it isn't so, but the sense of doom that hangs over all the poor souls misfortunate enough to be stuck here is real. All I can do is prepare for the worst, pray for the best, and keep focused on my ultimate objectives in hopes that one day soon we can leave this evil place forever.