At the end of the old B-line; an old disused railway, there is an old cinderblock tunnel that burrows its way into the heart of the mountain. Deep within the mountain in the basement of the old B station is a dingy old sub-basement. It is here that you will find amongst a myriad of brass pipes and boilers, cogs and cranks, the gas-lit gallery and wind up workshop belonging to the mad artist Bruyn.
It is down there that he tinkers away on his clockwork concepts, designing and creating many a mad thing, from brass bodied, steam powered sentinels to whimsical wind up wonders.
Welcome to Steampunk Substation B. Tickets please.
