And so here he was on the eleventh floor, the floor which he should have helped to unlock and clear. Typically he was to busy feeling sorry for himself.. Life shook his head, trying to get the negative thoughts out of his head. His mind was relatively clear, or as clear as it will ever be at this point. The eleventh floor was pretty. The sun was high and the air was fresh. He looked around and noticed the architecture, it was exactly like in renascence italy. Life smirked, of course it was, this was a game and that was exactly what it had been modelled after, it only made sense afterall.