(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Rubikon: Project goal is to determine the dynamics, both social and asocial,
surrounding the environment commonly construed as a dungeon and to
attempt to explain the aberrations that tend to occur in such
environments."
"What aberrations are you talking about?"
"Queries to be answered: What attracts people to dungeons? Why do
people often seek to enter them if they are places of such danger? Why are
dungeons there in the first place? What are the dynamics of a workable
dungeon? I do not understand..." It paused. "We... do not..."
"You started to say I instead of we..."
The modron gave a concerned look then glanced about the room. The other
modrons were now looking at it with mild curiosity, "You are in error. We
are modron. We are the whole... We will not discuss this."
"I know what I heard. You started to say I and..."
The modron frowned at me. A hint of anger thrummed its voice as it replied,
"No. We are modron. We are a part of the whole. We will not discuss this
further." An angry buzzing filled the room then subsided.
Something was definitely odd here. As bastions of perfection and order a
casual slip like that was definitely out of place. Hell, the fact that it could get
upset was something even stranger.
Better not press it though. The modrons here were in charge, and as
mechanical entities they had no shortage of pointy things, "Tell me more
about Rubikon."
"Rubikon is capable of forming a series of rooms linked in such a fashion as
to form what is commonly referred to as a dungeon. Each dungeon can have
one of three difficulty settings: easy, normal, or hard. The dungeon is then
populated with monsters, traps, and treasure, according to the difficulty
level chosen. After creation the dungeon can be fully explored." The modron
began to emit a low hum.
"What is that humming sound?"
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