Remote Church

Only reason you've come to this place is because you were told to. A cleansing of sorts is needed, it was your calling; you were ordered, and you followed, now let's see if you have the mettle for this.

Hope you're ready for those creatures, pure evil says I. Made of the darkest ingredients, leaves but a pit of sludge darker and thicker than tar. Hit me once on my leg, and the area just melted away, so I hope you brought some better equipment. Oh, and bring a torch or something, the place equals its denizens, dark, foul, and disgustin'.

Only friends you have is that weird robot and your weapon, use them both wisely. Oh, a note on the robot, he seems keen on protectin' his old ways, all hatin' on drugs, alcohol, and pornography, almost shot my hat off, just a word of warnin'.