"We should continue." Prince spoke merely five minutes into the rest.
"This way." He led the group through the corridor. Soon, the patchy roof was a singular, metallic surface with not a single hole in it. The glass windows, mostly broken, were high on the walls, near the ceiling, illuminating the place well.
They've arrived at a junction. Prince Aliberti looked at big, flowing, white writing done with chalk, it seemed, or something similar. The Prince stared intently at the alien, bizzarre script for a while.
"The artifact doesn't seem to work on written words. A pity, I wonder what it says... probably just a welcoming sign or directions, maybe?" He shrugged, giving one last glance at the writing, that the natives could easily decipher as 'SUCK MY
ASS NIGGA~!'. He pulled out the mirror and rubbed it, and the golden shine pointed toward the left. Prince followed, taking everyone with him.
Finally, they've arrived at a rather large room...
~~Chapter 1: Welcome to Springfield~~
Deep inside the Federal America Nuclear Munitions Centre #5, brave aliens - visitors from different universe - have closed upon a small piece of their godly artifact. First, however, they had to deal with the natives once more... or rather, whatever the natives became!
A bunch of ghoulish, scarred, partially melted humanoids stared at Prince Aliberti and his entourage. The creatures then began to growl and hiss, as if trying to scare off the intruders.
"What are these? Undead?" He asked no one in particular, unsure who in the group might have any knowledge in that category of dark magic.