Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

Dunwich

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EERIE PANFANDOM GAME SET IN A SMALL NEW ENGLAND TOWN. THE LOCALS NEVER NOTICE ANYTHING STRANGE. FOR FANS OF STEPHEN KING AND FOLK HORROR. CHARACTERS WITH PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY WELCOME.

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Mar. 18th, 2023


[info]slinky
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[info]slinky
[info]dunwichgame

The Impossible Room Party :O


[info]slinky
[info]dunwichgame
PICKMAN POSSE PARTY
3.18.23
INFORMATION
A series of balloons orbited by merry little magical fairy lights have led you to a very large room with lofty ceilings on the first floor Pickman House. The room has been decorated with painstaking attention to detail. The same fairy lights that led you here are flitting overhead en masse, casting a soft, magical, better-than-candlelight glow and glinting off of the many strategically placed arrangements of flowers made of ice set around the room. Higher above you, there are long drapes of gossamer adorning the rafters and swirling with, yes, you guessed it - more maaaagical fairy lights. You see a long table to the far side of the room where there is a myriad of dishes set out with many smaller, well-set tables nearby. That big table looks like a good place to drop off your potluck contribution, right? If you're not sure, surely one of the people milling around will be happy to point you over there.

Music is playing, but quietly, intended to enhance the atmosphere without detracting from conversation. To the other side of the room is a dry bar stocked with what appears to be more alcohol than might have originally been accounted for because there really is a lot without much actual counter space available. Arranged on yet another table nearby is a very interesting variety of glasses. Each of the glasses are unique. Some are fairly basic for the basic bitches but the majority are pretty excitingly eccentric. It's not, like, a personality test or anything. >> If you are a minor, you will find that any alcohol poured into these glasses will become water. If you are someone who merely appears to be a minor, you will not find this to be the case. In the center of the room is something that does not at all fit the generally magical, classy, and whimsical vibe of the rest of the room - an actual full-size volleyball net.


PARTY LORE: ONCE UPON A TIME, ONE COOL PERSON MET ANOTHER COOL PERSON AND WONDERED HOW MANY OTHER COOL PEOPLE MIGHT BE IN THE VICINITY. LOBSTROCITIES APPEARED, INSPIRING IMMEDIATE ACTION. TWO BROKE PEOPLE COULD NOT HOPE FOR A BETTER CHANCE TO PROVIDE SO MUCH FOOD FOR SO FREE. AFTER A DAY OF CAREFUL THOUGHT AND UNNECESSARILY CONVOLUTED PLANNING, A MAGICAL WITCH DECLARED THAT SHE, IN FACT, HAD ALREADY COOKED AND CONSUMED ONE OF THESE LARGE LOBSTERS. THE TWO COOL FRIENDS ENLISTED THE (ALSO COOL) MAGICAL WITCH’S HELP IN PROCURING MORE LOBSTERS FOR THEIR SWEET PARTY AS WELL AS THE HELP OF A VERY COOL, DECEPTIVELY YOUTHFUL LOOKING FORMER ASSASSIN WITH TELEPORTATION AMONG HIS MANY, MANY TALENTS. ADDITIONALLY, THEY ARRANGED A POTLUCK, A VOLLEYBALL GAME, AND SEVERAL DRINKING GAMES. THE MAGICAL WITCH WAS WOUNDED IN HER EFFORTS TO PROCURE LOBSTROCITIES - LUCKILY, THE YOUTHFUL-LOOKING FORMER ASSASSIN WAS THERE TO ENSURE HER SURVIVAL. PHEW. THEY STILL MANAGED TO SUPPLY LOBSTER APLENTY AND POTLUCK PARTICIPATION WAS EXCELLENT SO THERE WILL BE MANY LEFTOVERS TO BE HAD.
HOSTS WITH THE MOSTS
Ani
co-host
Richie
co-host
HELPERS
FIVE
co-wrangler of lobstrocities
DIANA
co-wrangler of lobstrocities, decorations
JOSIE
deeejay, setup
HAYMITCH
set up, moral support
LYDIA
clean up
STILES
clean up
FOOD & DRINK
spinach and garlic stuffed mushrooms Pam sausage and cream cheese pinwheels Also Pam potato salad Also Pam prosciutto and asparagus casserole Also Pam vegan moussaka Pam, as well meatballs, both vegetarian and not. labeled! Also Pam fruit platter Addie oreos Jake two trays of tea sandwiches Alison and Benedict shortbread cookies Alison and Benedict scones Alison and Benedict charcuterie Alison and Benedict lobster Use your imagination, figure it out, it was done a few different ways and one of them is how your character likes it. Yay! roast beef Cecil apple dumplings Adam magic crockpot of giving Adam! Once the dumplings are gone, this crockpot will have anything in it that you want. VERY cool. delores' world famous ambrosia salad Delores and Five bread Peeta small cakes Peeta bruschetta (tomato/olive/fresh basil) Stephen bruschetta (avocado/roasted peppers) Stephen chips and dip Matt mashed cauliflower Eddie kale salad Eddie strawberry sandwiches on milk bread Kazuma bread similar to kabuki-age Kazuma venison chili Abigail spicy venison heart skewers Abigail sanguinaccio dolce served in bowls made of oranges Abigail chocolate covered fudge Maya truffles Maya pulled sugar ribbons Maya beignets Sam jalapeño poppers Harley shrimp skewers Harley cookies Allison kraft mac and cheese + hot sauce Yelena beer Logan box of burgers from queen burger Sweeney tray of burgers Bel Item One Description Item One Description
PROMPTS
DO A THING
PAM cleans a large puddle left by a frozen flower arrangement that melted ahead of schedule. Thanks, pal.

SWEET RICHIE appoints themselves as bartender, for better or for worse.

YELENA hijacks the aux to play a song of their choosing. (American Pie 3x!)

MURPHY from a universe vastly different to this one discovers an exciting new allergy via a potluck dish. Fun!

LANCE arrives bearing cups and ping pong balls for beer pong. A fine contribution! And isn't it so weird how there just happened to be two tables just PERFECT for this tucked in a corner that nobody noticed before?

VOLUNTEER 6 is disappointed in the way their potluck dish turned out. They are sure to tell everyone they see eating it that it's usually much better.

BEN and REY collide during volleyball. Someone breaks a bone. :(

ALISON and ANI have a creepy, ghostly experience of some kind in the bathroom. Pickman is haunted.

BEL joins in on a drinking card game and is determined to participate despite not at all understanding the rules and continually derailing the game. Drinking and thinking is hard sometimes.

ADDIE has some kind of wardrobe malfunction. Luckily, VOLUNTEER 13 notices and is willing to help!

VOLUNTEER 14 has fallen in love with a potluck dish and tries to get the well-guarded recipe from its maker. Plz use this to fuel many replication attempts in the future.

VOLUNTEER 15 found that their eyes were too big for their stomach when they filled their plate but they are determined to finish lest they be considered RUDE. This backfires spectacularly during volleyball. /vomit emoji

JAKE talked a big game about their volleyball prowess but drank too much to back it up. Still tries.

HARLEY and IVY slip off mid-party for a while. Are they off to drunkenly feed ducks? Maybe, but that's not the general consensus.

ROSE (minor) finds a work-around to the alcohol dilemma and tells their friends - use a cup not provided by the Hosts with the Mosts!
CODING


* https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SrWUiLuE5hQ4BlTU0jWmirqZT7KCH0i2aft-FU3NVZA/edit helpful link for the squinters!

Mar. 8th, 2023


[info]cecilhere
[info]dunwichgame

[info]cecilhere
[info]dunwichgame

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[info]cecilhere
[info]dunwichgame
[Filtered to Lucy]
Hey, so. I reached out to school administration. Turns out there is an online option you can do at your own pace. I got all the paperwork and stuff for it, so if that's something you want to do, maybe we can meet up for..is it still brunch if it's at ten pm? You know what I mean. Anyways, I figure we can meet up and get everything sorted out and our stories straight in case anyone starts asking?

Mar. 6th, 2023


[info]mad_sweeney
[info]dunwichgame

[info]mad_sweeney
[info]dunwichgame

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[info]mad_sweeney
[info]dunwichgame
In the past the Gods would say 'Sweeney, I have tasked you with this fucking opportunity, don't fuck it up. Sweeney, you're a fucking fuck up, but I trust you to do at least this much, you Irish eau de fuck up' and variations thereof. So I was rather pleased with the prospect of being offered a job I didn't have to prove myself for or apply to.

But it's not me. I've rambled my way up and down these United States. I've slept in an ice cream van with the air conditioning set on arctic. I've dined with a dozen Jesuses and been served the best hash browns around for bloody miles by Kali. I've done shite that would make ya blush. And now you just expecting me to sit in front of a radio and converse with people that aren't really there like that isn't going to confuse the fuck out my mad noggin in the long run?

Thanks to everyone who offered to help me figure out the controls though. That was mighty nice of you, but I'll leave the station in the capable hands of Mr Cecil Palmer.

It's off to the bar with me now, I'm afraid.

Mar. 5th, 2023


[info]habernathy
[info]dunwichgame

[info]habernathy
[info]dunwichgame

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[info]habernathy
[info]dunwichgame
Siiince we have ~minors~ among us, it has occured that we'll need people to pretend to be guardians~ for parent-teacher conferences, official paperwork, etc.

The current thought is that ~adults~ can express an interest in being such a fake guardian, make their pitch, and then anyone who needs a pretend guardian can pick who they wouldn't mind pretending to be related to.

First up, Klaus Hargreeves.

[FILTER: FLICKLES]

Mar. 3rd, 2023


[info]fourofseven
[info]dunwichgame

[info]fourofseven
[info]dunwichgame

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[info]fourofseven
[info]dunwichgame
I'm a lobster now.

[info]cecilhere
[info]dunwichgame

[info]cecilhere
[info]dunwichgame

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[info]cecilhere
[info]dunwichgame
One minute I was in my car, singing along to the static on the radio, about to pull in to the Arby's for a post-show snack and perhaps a sight of Carlos the scientist and his perfect hair before I returned home. Except I turned into the parking lot and all of a sudden my car was gone and I was on the ground here?

I've been informed that this is a town called Dunwich. So..hello, Dunwich. I'm Cecil, and it's a pleasure to meet you.


Now. Is there an Arby's here?

[info]mad_sweeney
[info]dunwichgame

[info]mad_sweeney
[info]dunwichgame

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[info]mad_sweeney
[info]dunwichgame
I think I need someone to show me how this fecking switchboard works. How anything works. Preferably without being electrocuted to the sun and back.

I've been here too long now to ask the staff. And I pretended I knew how to for too long.

Jan. 20th, 2023


[info]dunwichmod
[info]dunwichgame

[info]dunwichmod
[info]dunwichgame

D U N W I C H


[info]dunwichmod
[info]dunwichgame
WELCOME
Your new life starts here.
CODE BY

ARRIVAL


The thick, ghastly haze of the mist, once practically opaque to the naked eye, fades and opens up to a nostalgic homegrown New England town. A friendly gazebo, freshly painted white sits on a neatly mown lawn at the center of the town square. Vehicles stop at the redlight while locals cross the street, birds chirp in the trees, and a school bus stops to pick up a few children in oversized backpacks. Pedestrians walk by you without a second glance. Did they not see you suddenly appearing out of nowhere? How could they not have noticed that all encompassing fog? And why doesn’t your obviously otherworldly attire catch their attention? This appears to be a small, close knit community. And it’s clear you’re not from around these parts.

But these are simply the first of many mysteries you’re about to discover.

The further you investigate your new surroundings, the more ominous this seemingly quaint and colloquial town becomes. There’s something dark beneath its pleasant guise. You can’t shake the chill at the back of your neck and the sense that someone—or something—is watching you. Then there’s the odd graffiti on the alleyway walls and the way the locals talk about certain locations. And while the mist is gone, there are places in town that make you reminisce about the mist. Places that feel supernaturally thin. Thin enough to let in whispers from the other side. Or maybe even screams.

And don’t worry if you hear laughter or the jingling chimes of carnival coming from the rain gutters in the street. That’s just your imagination. There’s nothing down there.

Nothing that floats.
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