You find yourself on a misty webpage, facing a large castle to the south. To the east and west the track continues, and to the southwest can be seen (and smelled) a fuming cesspit. Looking around you there is a sense of age and decay but somewhere deep inside you there is a feeling that this may not mean that things are at peace.

Although this webpage appears to be otherwise empty, you sense the presence of a number of ghosts and no matter how long they have been still, silent and otherwise dead they seem to have something they wish to say to the world.

A hastily written sign has been planted here which reads "Can old MIST players please sign the guestbook and provide some contact details, especially if they want a memorial T-Shirt -- Lorry."