You find yourself standing alone, in the middle of a barren wasteland. Corpses of long dead creatures surround you. The smell of rancid decay permeates the air.         Where are you, you ask? It seems you have been thrust into the Shadowlands. Those who do not agree to rules, must suffer the penalties. Are you prepared?         You can hear a crunch behind you, and the sound of heavy breathing. A low growl makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.         The minions of Fu Leng will be happy to take care of your greed, I'm sure.         Looking down at your side, you can see that your weapons are gone. You can feel your throat go dry, and sweat trickles down your brow. Turning slowly, you can see something in the corner of your eye... a twelve foot tall creature. It's red scales reflect the sunlight. Several long tentacles sprout from it's chest, and sharp talons protrude from it's hands. It glares at you from a single black eye centered on it's forehead.         Perhaps next time, you'll choose more wisely?