Perhaps the so-called gentleman should have offered instead.
[Still dry as a desert. But then he remembers he can freaking fly, so he hops out and nyooms around, first flying around Reaper for a brief glance before nyooming over to the next room.]
It's hard to tell if these are just backrooms for the staff rather than part of the attraction.
[In which case—oops. They're still decorated and creepy enough, but they do have a feeling of more for prop storage with things tossed in haphazardly. But why is there an Iron Maiden and some weird chains and racks—
Anyway blood...or raspberry syrup whatever. Going to keep a look out.]
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[Still dry as a desert. But then he remembers he can freaking fly, so he hops out and nyooms around, first flying around Reaper for a brief glance before nyooming over to the next room.]
It's hard to tell if these are just backrooms for the staff rather than part of the attraction.
[In which case—oops. They're still decorated and creepy enough, but they do have a feeling of more for prop storage with things tossed in haphazardly. But why is there an Iron Maiden and some weird chains and racks—
Anyway blood...or raspberry syrup whatever. Going to keep a look out.]