Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

ALL MIST EMERGENCY STAFF: we need to be prepared this week. Arm yourself, volunteer to take your fellow Mistakes places they need to go. Don't go anywhere alone.

This hurricane is gaining strength, and there's already talk of evacuating the town. You already know we can't leave so we'll have to batten the hatches as best as we can.

GAR LOGAN:

I have a special job for you.

It turns out one medussa gorgon is enough to make two potential cures for our petrified friends. Unfortunately only three gorgons have been found and there are eight statues: Wednesday Addams, Rose Tyler, Luke Crain, Benedict Bridgerton, and Ruby Lucas. There are also three locals.

Which brings us to a few uncomfortable questions.

First: who do we try the gorgon oil on first? Anyone want to volunteer their friend? Or shall I pick a local?

Second: if it does work, there are currently two people who won't be getting cured. I don't have strong feelings either case. You can either claim a bottle for someone you know or volunteer them to remain behind. At least until another gorgon can be hunted and found.

I leave it up to all of you.

UPDATE 1:
POTION ONE: Jimmy the Local (test)
POTION TWO: Benedict Bridgerton
POTION THREE: Luke Crain
POTION FOUR: Wednesday Addams
POTION FIVE: Ruby Lucas
POTION SIX: Rose Tyler

UPDATE 2:
The oil works. I have one jar of it left. Whether it goes to Rose Tyler or one of the locals is on the rest of you. Anyone upset they might have taken the oil from someone else can look to the comments and check on who spoke for them.

UPDATE 3:
All of the cures have been spoken for. Remaining statues will be transferred to MIST for safe keeping, assuming an angry god doesn't kill us all in the next couple of days.

HEY YOU.

YOU UNSALTED DEEP BAG OF FISH AND CHIPS.

And your stupid little minions too.

I will grab a chisel and I will start hammering away at that giant dick metaphor you put up in the ocean, you hear me? I am old. I am grumpy. I haven't slept like the dead in two weeks. But I have a job to do, and you will let me do it, and you haven't let me do it and now I am sucking blood out of a bag because one of your stupid minions TOOK A BITE OUT OF ME.

No seriously, has anyone made a fry basket big enough? Can we order in oil from the fields in Saudi Arabia? We could make some paella and have a mighty good time.

Someone else get me a flotation device and a chisel. I'm gonna make it GO LIMP. _{No, a JACKHAMMER.}

I'm going to do it.

It could have taken me too and it didn't. Why didn't it take me too?

Private to Lux
I'm coming over.


Private to Pack
This month fucking sucks.
I'm sorry I can't do more to fix it.

Mother fucking goddamn bullshit.

When I was a kid I used to have these little soldier statues, those little army men, and I played with them all the time but I never thought I'd be taking after them like that.

Sorry for worrying anyone. I'm okay. Thanks for watching over me, it means a lot.


[THEO & MIST]

This is a bad time to ask, probably, what with the... Biblical amount of rain happening, but with Dan not here...

It's just, he used to run a group. Is anyone...

Is it still...?

Who: Benedict and Alison
When: Monday evening, March 25
Where: Their residence
What: Time together after statue restoration

( He still felt guilty about stepping onto the beach )

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