welcome to the Arcade, a city like countless others, yet uniquely enveloped in an ambiance that evokes the sensation of inhabiting a digital realm, a world intricately woven with design and mechanics. night's tapestry unfurled in semi-darkness, as the 8-bit sun languidly descended, casting diminishing rays upon the surroundings. a parade of various NPCs ambled nearby, while Lawrie, poised against the wall, surveyed the scene — a vigilant guardian of the Glitch Park as twilight approached.

“r-rrgh. . .”

he emitted a low growl, a sound that reverberated with a hint of frustration, before trailing his clawed, bright blue hand along the gritty surface of the wall, etching a small mark with each deliberate sweep. boredom clung to him like a shadow, palpable and inexorable, as he awaited the inevitable close of the park, the world around him fading into pixels and quietude.