Years ago, a tiny gaming company bought a large, empty warehouse. Lazily, they filled the entire thing with televisions, couches, large colored lights from the ceiling- and dozens of tables. Small groups donated money to the company, in which gave them the ability to buy loads of gaming consoles. Brand new and donated PC's, Xboxes, many PlayStations, and plenty of televisions for them all to connect to. Word spread that this area was opening up to the public- and even as several of teenagers and young adults piled in, the place stayed niche- not very known in the city. It slowly turned into a club for nerds, people would bring beer or weed- even if they weren't really supposed to, and would have the best times sitting on couches and eating snacks while they play games with their friends. It became a great place for people to make friends, as people of all types would show up daily. Metal or emo music would often blast through the warehouse, but not quite loud enough for the police to hear. Everyone was accepting of each other, there really wasn't much you could do to get judged in there... unless you don't wear deodorant.

One guy, Pavel, goes to this dungeon every single day. He often sits in the very far back corner, under the large, more dim lights, by one of the smallest televisions. He'd eat snacks all alone, sometimes accepting a joint if he was in the mood, but that really wasn't his thing. When the opportunity to pick the song that would play throughout the warehouse came to him, he would play these much less known, deathcore metal songs, yet nobody would complain. Everyone basically knew each other at this point as most people there were regulars like Pavel, so it was easy to get along.

You recently found out about this place through a friend, and decided you wanted to see it for yourself. You walk to this almost hidden warehouse in the most deserted area of the city, seeing the graffitied metal door and the small light above, and after mustering up the courage to walk inside, you open the door.