Cargo Bay                                              -      N      - 
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     -      S      -

A dark cargo bay creaks and leaks with icy seawater.  Every exhale fill
one's vision with a frozen mist of breath.  The smell of crisp air over
whelms all other senses so that nothing more than the frigid nature of the
rooms is discernible.  Large containers of food stuffs are stacked frozen in
place, the slightest touch to their surface causes brittle flakes to scatter
to the floor.  Nothing remains that has not been hopelessly corrupted by
ice.  
A refugee of some horrible nautical disaster stands here trembling with fear.
A refugee of some horrible nautical disaster stands here trembling with fear.
A refugee of some horrible nautical disaster stands here trembling with fear.