MORLORE YOR WANDERED FROM BROTHEL TO CASINO, AND SO ON THAT NIGHT. PROPELLING THROUGH DARK STREETZ, SHAKING HANDZ WITH BACK ALLEY STRANGERZ.. PASSING BY MARTIAN BONEYARDZ AND DREAMING LIONZ. BEFORE HE COULD MAKE HIS WAY TO THE DEN!, A MAN APPROACHED HIM AND OFFERED A HANDFUL OF OPIUM POPPIES, ALEMBIC, MORTAR AND A PESTEL. ALSO A PIECE OF PAPER SCRIBBLED WITH THE WORDZ... OPIUM EXTRACKTZ; A PRELUDE TO OPIUM DENZ! ALTHOUGH HE WAS PROMISED GREAT THINGZ THAT SEPTEMBER EVENING, HE KNEW ANOTHER DAY, PIPE AND TIME AWAITED HIM. IN GUNMENTAL ZEN HE MOVED ACROSS THE SPIDERZ WEB, A SILK ROAD, TOWARDZ HIZ DWELLING. OPIUM EXTRACKTZ!