Though mired in chaos and conflict, the Chess Village is a respite of sorts. The stakes here are still ultimate for Alice, and failure is fatal; but there’s a tad less carnage than from whence she came, or compared to where she’s headed. Importuned by unctuous pawns and other obligated pieces, she seeks a royal audience to learn more about her quest. Rarely has internecine conflict appeared so black and white – and red all over. With which King will she side?

This carnival of craziness exudes a special brand of dread. Demented laughter resonates throughout and nearly conceals a chilling range of piteous screams. When a mirror cracks, instantaneously unleashing its promise of monstrously bad luck, “fun” becomes a terribly relative term. No augury of ill fortune could foretell such frenzy. And it’s even more exquisite when the doppelgangers drop by!

A sanguinolent feast awaits you at the Hatter’s abattoir. If your appetite runs toward raw, lethiferous terror, you are sure to be sated here. A diabolical chef, your host delights in preparing the bloodiest cuisine. Fortunately for him the table guests prefer to gorge on their meat raw, particularly when it’s yours.