Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151224155202/@comment-25828117-20151225193055

The doors closed in front of them.

"The fair was built with me in mind. An electrical signal runs through every fibre of the park. I can control and regulate everything. You're not going anywhere, and you certainly won't get that Protectron." Clive said coldly.

Meanwhile, outside. All the street lamps turned on one by one. As if the fair was a model train set, and someone was turning all the switches on.