The story · 1996
The story of Outpost Nine Laser Tag
First came the briefing room, where a teen in a headset read the rules like a mission commander. Then the doors hissed open into fog, black light and a maze of neon-painted walls. Your vest buzzed and blinked when you got tagged, and the scoreboard printout afterward was more valuable than any report card.
Regulars swore the third pillar on the upper ramp was a perfect hiding spot, which is why everybody hid there.





