Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

We should probably find a definitive way to figure out who here might not be... themselves and their real selves still in Antarctica.

So we don't just go killing people all willy nil

JOHN:

Coven got any ideas?

Dunwich giveth, and Dunwich taketh away.

Pool party in the TARDIS, if anyone wants. I need the distr

ROSE:

Don't leave me, Rose.

February in Dunwich is so dreary, isn't it? Just constantly grey and brown and sort of ... wet. Even when there's not snow.

Now, I don't mind the cold, but I can't say I love how ugly it is.

We need a change.

Lucky for you all, I wished for something useful and am a very benevolent god.

Join me in my blatant abuse of power that at least one of my partners will scold me over by taking the square glowing door in Pickman's lobby (next to the glowing circular portal) to somewhere nicer.