| You have entered a
realm of mysterious, towering monoliths: massive stones for which
there is no plausible explanation as to how primitive people could have
moved them . . . unless they pulled them with ropes or pushed them with
levers. But assuming that primitive people lacked the technological
sophistication for ropes and levers, the monoliths could only have been
moved by flying saucers.
Or bulldozers, I suppose. But the existence of bulldozers in ancient times raises as many questions as does the existence of flying saucers, plus it's not as interesting. So let's go with the saucers. In the middle of the stone circles, there is a blood soaked altar. Mothers are posing their children in front of it, patiently waiting for cameras to be invented. A sign reads:
You head toward the hilly, forested area in the west. You head toward the lake in the southwest. You merge onto IR-5 and head toward
the rolling green hills in the south.
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