Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160601204413/@comment-25828117-20160704162719

The actual meat on Clive's metaphorical bones lay deep beyond the control board. If you knelt down under the panel you could see the wires fed into a large processor room beyond the wall. They had merely scratched the surface of what made Clive's machinery.

There appeared to be no real entry to it apart from the hole under the panel used to get the wires down. It was about 30 by 50 inches wide. So Kriegz or Rock wouldn't really fit through even if they'd pull in their tummies.