You descended the ladder, the smell of kerosene and gasoline stung your nostrils as you heard the thudding steps of an individual dressed in the garb of a cosmonaut. A hearty flamethrower held in his hands as he stepped forward, while he delivered his speech you glanced around the environment of five narrow hallways that connected at their ends. You were snapped form your observations by the roar of his flamethrower as he ignited the space in front of him with the snapping jaws of flames