Ticket Coffin

The booth is a standing coffin with a window cut in the lid. The clerk has no lower face—mask or glamour, park does not care which. He slides a paper strip and a colored wristband.

Price is one load of Dick Coin or a day pass. Rules print on the coffin lid: red word always works; gauges full means eject to Aftercare Crypt; VIP true-pain is a second contract you are not signing tonight.