This area was in the northeast corner of the basement with a row of waist-high metal shelves that made up its southern border. These shelves served as a clear barrier to my siblings while also providing a place to display the various ships, jets, tanks, and other vehicles of war that I had from a variety of collections. On them were displayed toys from Star Wars, G.I. Joe, Transformers, Masters of the Universe (only a few), M.A.S.K., and the short-lived Air Raiders.
The centerpiece of the area was the old train table. This allowed me to set up impressive displays without fear of stepping on, and breaking, my forces. I had some of the trees from the original diorama that worked as shrubs and cover. I know that Cobra's Terrordrome had a place of prominence on it for quite some time, as the Joes would continually mount assaults against it, rappelling up the legs of the table to get there.
This area was a land of cardboard constructions. By the time I was in high school, the bases I created included elaborate floor plans that even incorporated air ducts that my ninja warriors could use to infiltrate their enemies' defences. Paper towel tubes often served as sewer pipes or emergency escape routes.
Somehow, that creativity and imagination did not make it completely into my adult years. In the two houses I owned that had basements, I did have tables similar to the one I had in my area, but somehow they only collected boxes of various stored items (including many of the toys that had once resided in my corner of my parents' basement). I still have many of those toys; they made the trip up to Alaska with me. However, neither I nor my boys really have the space to play with them like I did in my youth.
Someday, they will make their way out again.