The battleground is timeless, as ancient weapons and armour fight side-by-side with pistols and lasers. Shaking my head, I try to harness my wandering mind; after all, such distractions could easily spell my doom.
A slight flicker, as the scenes project in the background, gives away the imaginary nature of the battle. So yeah, I guess "doom" was a bit of an exaggeration. Just chalk it up to my enthusiasm.
I swing my weapon at a creature made of metal and wax.
Then, in the distance, I hear a siren, followed by: "The park will be closing in 30 minutes."