The cast members at the Complex skillfully adorned the scenes, and (although we found some areas devoid of live actors) when we did encounter them, they relentlessly targeted our group.
Many attempted to be distinct in their roles, and some exhibited their energy by hovering over lifeless bodies and scaling set pieces to torment us from above. They unleashed a range of noises, hisses, and sporadic verbal interactions. They stalked, stared, taunted, and threatened, leaving us in suspense about their subsequent actions. The clowns were the most talkative, balancing playfulness with a touch of malice. Trust? Not recommended! One tried to borrow a finger for her costume, while another claimed we smelled like cheese and had a vet recommendation – quite the circus!
Other character interactions were equally bizarre: a dentist promised us spiders (ugh!), a patient attempted to trade a lobotomy for an all-expenses-paid shopping trip (we politely declined), a lady in curlers insisted on our fingers, and a miner sang an unsettling song while threatening to use their real instrument as a weapon. And who could forget the cafeteria guy? He passionately shouted our motto for the night: “Eat the meat or be the meat,” all while vigorously cleaning an already spotless metal tray. Indeed, this cast managed to raise our eyebrows numerous times.
Before entering, Carl engaged with us and others while a winged demon, Jack Sparrow, and a few more characters entertained the crowd. And if nature calls, rest assured, they’ll ensure everything comes out all right!
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