Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

this sucks - this is the worst - why is this a thing - fuck this honestly -
I watched like four hours of random friends episodes and I know the lobstrocities were the worst but lobsters mate for life and that made me sad, do you think the lobstrosowhatevers were all mated up? like they were all murder all humans but also let's grow old and die together?

filtered: julia/spock
i'm prefacing this with i'm fine, but if one of you could leave some advil or something outside my door that'd be great, thanks.

( SINGLES WEEKEND; SPEED DATING & FRIENDING )

The lobstrocities on the beach have been dealt with. All the beaches are open for business!


Except for Dark Score Lake. They're still there.

TONIGHT; LATE

FRED BURKLE + ILLYRIA + OPEN
"open to anyone who wants to witness fred/illyria transformation
AKA Illyria slaughters the beach lobstrocities"

The beach: Fred & Illyria's mindscape | R | ⚠ TBD

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I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT!

I have successfully synthesized an anti-venom for the lobstrocities. Now before you go and get stung by one and think you can just get anti-venom, know this: their venom works very fast. Really fast. The smaller you are, the faster it will work. You've got anywhere from 5 to 30 minutes to get this anti-venom.

Even then, there will be side effects from the envenoming. Depending on the damage it does, we could still be talking organ failure and permanent neurological problems. You'll still be dealing with the effects likely months later, even with the anti-venom, so don't you dare go out there and just get yourself all stung just because you can.

Just when I thought that I couldn't find any place worse than Schitt's Creek, the universe decides to prove me wrong.

Also, what the heck is up with those ugly looking lobster things?

So, uh. Forgot to mention I start work today.

So if you're at Derleth and see me wandering around with the toolbelt and working on..things, don't worry. Just doin' my job. Little bit of everything- maintenance and grounds.

There's also the chance for reduced tuition in the fall, so that's pretty cool. I don't know what I'd start taking classes for, but there's a whole bunch of standard basics to start with so I figure I'd start there and figure out what I like after that.

Hello, residents. I'm back to myself, thank goodness. That was not my favorite week of all time, tbh. My skin is soft, my sunblock is on and I have some real questions to ask. Now, you don't have to answer. You can even tape an answer to my door (263) if you want to keep your secrets.

Right.

⊳ How many of you are werewolves, vampires, demons, shapeshifters or otherwise a creature that might be classified as something that can change form or change the form of others?
⊳ How many of you have a pet, and if so, can we pet it?
⊳ How many of you are still stuck as your swapped counterpart/power/whatever?
⊳ In your opinion: Does pineapple belong on pizza?
⊳ In your opinion: What is the best Doritos flavor?
⊳ In your opinion: What's your favorite place to hang out at in town?

Thanks in advance for all of your insight.

[Richie]
See, this is how you do it.

Um, if anyone wants the front half of a bunch of lobstrocities, let me know. I've got like six of em. No, seven of them.

I'm keeping the tails to see if I can make an anti-venom from the venom.

yall think you been switching bodies and being werewolfes round here? think I went and bumped my fuckin head. in the Unlikely event I don't wake up w a goose egg in a hot minute, name's shep. the fuck kinda wizard of oz shit is this?

Next Saturday. The 29th. Derleth College's spring football game. It's not really a game, it's a scrimmage, and it's American football so it's going to be boring and take forever because there's a break after every single play.

Anyway, come watch if you want. It's free.

So apparently I do have a job. Was walking through down with my sketchbook, and someone asked me if I would be painting the town's murals again for springtime.

Then a few were asking about sketches for their shop window paintings. I've got a pocket full of cash deposits, a schedule of work and appointments, and I'm heading to the shop to get some paint and brushes.

This has got to be the strangest way to get a job that I've ever heard of.

I forgot to mention I got a job at the college. Physics and Quantum Physics professor so it's right up my alley. If you're planning to go to college and do something sciencey, maybe sign up for one of my classes!

RUPERT GILES:

Which means, Giles, you can use the library if you're with me.

I’ve decided I’m moving out of the Pickman house at the end of the week. If anyone could give me a hand relocating my belongings to my new apartment over the weekend, I would greatly appreciate it.

BUFFYVERSE:

GILES

HOW DO YOU LIBRARIAN?

I suppose this is an April Fool's joke. I was just told that I may retrieve my car from the impound lot.

I don't have a car.

Been here two days, and I already got myself a project. I got a couple of questions about the Ghost Line, and I don't have any of my equipment.

What kind of technical readouts has anyone gotten from the Ghost Line? I know folks have gone into it and their soul becomes detached from their bodies until you're back inside the Dunwich line. I know teleporters have tried to leave that way and have gotten trapped in another dimension for however long, but has anyone tried to magically summon or use telekinesis for anything from outside of the Ghost Line? Something from this world? Something outside of this world?

A spectrometer would be real handy right about now.

This communication device is not one I'm familiar with, but it seems intuitive enough.

Hello. My name is Revan hopefully no one has a bad reaction to that. This is not what I expected to happen when taking a walk on a beach.



[Force Sensitives]

Finding out that there are other Force sensitives in this strange place is something of a hopefully nice.

My wife is

I need somewhere to stay for the night, For just a couple of hours. I'll be out of your hair before you know it.

Delores

i DIDN'T THINK SHE'D GET THIS MAD

Um, so howdy everyone? My name's Fred, and I guess I just got here. I read a bit on the network about things going on. Ghost lines, and demon lobsters, and ghosts around hedge mazes. Seems like I missed a big thing, but I hope everyone's alright. If anyone needs anything — food, clothing, someone to change bandages — I'd like to offer my help.

So now that we don't have ghosts sucking our deepest darkest secrets out, let's settle in for a Friday night, pour ourselves a glass of our favorite liquid Lethe and spill some ourselves.

We're still getting to know one another and I was thinking on ice breakers and found a game Never Have I Ever.

Basically, to play, comment something you haven't done, and others playing comment and take a drink if they have.

Maybe it will kick up an idea for something more interesting to do on a Saturday night where we're not being attacked by ghosts.

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.