You leave the two drooling gentle-sirs on the ground, writhing in pain, as you take your first steps down the shady staircase. At first glance the wood appears to be newly furbished, but every step buckles and creaks below you as you descend. So either you're a fatter hippo than your realized, or the contractors went dumpster-diving behind taekwondo mcdojos at the strip-mall for materials. You find the second explanation easier to stomach, much like the five crispy-creame donuts you guzzled down for brunch before coming to... wherever *here* is.
Finally, the plain concrete wall to your left ends and you're able to see the source of the light (a small, naked incandescent bulb fixed to the ceiling) , along with most of the room which it inhabits. It's an unfinished space with walls for cinder blocks and no discernible windows. Right smack-dab in middle, below the overhanging light, sits a green hexagonal table flanked by a set of six bar stools, one of which contains the sleeping posture of a very peculiar looking individual. You're not sure if he's breathing. The wall directly in front of you has a large CRT TV masquerading as modern LCD; it's overlooking the table, and the light barely grazes the thin coat of dust over its protruding gray screen. The only other interesting landmark is a mahogany wardrobe sitting in the corner directly to your left. You can't really make out the details in the dark, but there to be black leather jacket hanging over its door, and a sulking rolled-up rug leaning on its right side.
Actions:
1. Approach the sleeping/dead man.
2. Look for another light switch.
3. Checkout the TV.
