A/N- In which I write more in first person.
The Old Mansion
To be honest, they hired a crane game manufacturer to make me. I was their first foray into more ambitious projects: a custom-built dark ride.
And, I was a success.
Now Bennett Amusements does more than just rigged games for pizzerias and other restaurants. (No offense to my Claw machine cousins)
Peter Bennett, the owner of said company, drove all the way from LA to draw my blueprints.
I was to be the centerpiece of a spooky-themed area. A spider-themed scrambler ride was planned a short distance away. The others were a drop tower and a flying coaster (themed around bats).
Opening day rolled around. In March of 1987, I was open to the public. Oh, how the crowds loved me (and the others), but I'm afraid I might be too... primitive for the modern taste.
What's this? I'm due for an upgrade? It's going to require me to be essentially dismantled and rebuilt, but I'm used to being taken apart.
My creator's son is somewhere in the warehouse. (Thanks, Mech, for telling me this.) New blueprints are being drawn.
This beauty's going trackless. And taking advantage of new technology.
I must tell Dorian. He's going to be thrilled.
And no, I'm not having him clean up the dust I'm going to make when I get torn down. (They're keeping my control module, just reprogramming it a bit.)