Record Room Records of ore samples, mostly ruined by the water flowing into the space. Related Similar Images ...based on the tags: basements, left-behind, paperwork, shelves... The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel. In the middle of the foundry, an office is untouched by scrappers, legal and not. Inside, warnings and catalogs for machines that are gone, obsolete, and melted down. When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs. Paperwork litters the floors of the zinc mine offices. The remains of the site radar beside the command building. Lined concrete vats in the basement of the asylum for fermenting pickles, presumable because the brine-vinegar solution was too harsh in a time before stainless steel. Looking to the chapel addition from the Chateau. I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town. Cat paw prints on the control panels. Remember to lock-out-tag-out, Power Raccoons, and keep your own keys.