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Step into The Cave, a space surrounded by concrete walls, scavenged trinkets and monitors everywhere. A place where cables run questionably and dangerously everywhere like basic safety advice were merely a suggestion.
The CAVE
The Cave
It is now dominated by a massive, brush-stroke power symbol that was repurposed from an old sign and brought down here to set the vibe, and now serves as my trademark.
Thick bundles of wires snake across the ceiling and walls, powering vast amount of monitors.
A wise cat once said (Myself): A cluttered home isn't a permanent state; it's simply a home where everything hasn't found its place yet. It’s totally not to justify the the mess and cans on the floor.
Look at my sick Arwing tho!
The Cave was built from an old security room, that featured gritty concrete walls, and old useless tech, that now has been pulled out or repurposed.
The Setup
This is my “command center”, where the real magic happens. The big screen on the wall used to be a billboard, playing awful loud ad’s, right outside my alley. It’s truly a “mystery” how it ended up here.
Over at my actual desk, I've got a multi-monitor setup, making sure I can see what goes on out in the city, while still being able to do other things and it’s all hooked up to the city’s power grid!
The chair was found in a pawnshop! The moment I saw it I knew it was the perfect throne for the long hours sitting in front of the screens. I hung those glowing red paper lanterns to give the place a moody cozy vibe!
The Lounge Area
The server racks has been ripped straight out of an abandoned downtown corporate office building scheduled for demolition.
As for the Majima bodypillow on the couch, that pristine relic was sealed inside a forgotten shipping container i found by the docks.
The Bioshock splicer mask resting on the table was a prize looted from a flooded retro store, which is also where Sly Cooper’s cane was “Liberated”. (Heh)
The coffee table is loaded with the ultimate KitCat fuel: Red Bull, which I, of course, buy in bulk, and the Maltesers, The obvious superior snack, which has to be imported to the city, since they’re nowhere to be found (Bummer)