You're driving for hours as the sun begins sinking slowly into the horizon. The air conditioning isn't working, neither is the convertible roof - the heat is unbearable. The tank's running on 'E' and you haven't seen a station in miles. All the hotels seem to be occupied - as indicated by the dim, neon red glow of the 'NO VACANCY' signs as you pass by. Suddenly, you see a structure in the distance and hope your tank can carry you that far. Arriving, you pull into a deserted parking, hosting a seemingly abandoned roadside motel structurally reminiscent of a pyramid. The place gives off an eerie vibe, but you feel compelled to check it out. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Last Resort.