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. 22nd, 2024


[info]alwaysaqueen
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[info]alwaysaqueen
[info]dunwichgame
Is there anyone leading the research for returning our friends to their usual forms?

Mar. 21st, 2024


[info]themoosehunter
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[info]themoosehunter
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Based on what I'm reading, this is not a normal thing around here.

Do we have a working theory so far about people turning to stone? My theory suggests perhaps Medusa somehow or perhaps a basilisk.

Mar. 17th, 2024


[info]themoosehunter
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[info]themoosehunter
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If Becky is somehow behind this madness, I swear...

Anyway, I should probably say hello. Sam Winchester. Just walked through the weird mist thing. I'll keep it short and simple for right now.

Mar. 16th, 2024


[info]juliawicker
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[info]juliawicker
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If anyone comes across a statue that looks suspiciously like a person turned to stone, can you let us know?


[MIST + DUNWICH PD]
There's at least two statues of locals that look like they've been turned to stone. I'm trying to find out if there are any others but maybe the police can block off the areas and keep the statues safe until we know more?

MIST researchers, we should see what we can find out.


[ANYONE WITH MAGIC, OCCULT, SUPERNATURAL BACKGROUNDS]
Anyone have experience with people turned to stone?

Mar. 10th, 2024


[info]toit
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[info]toit
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Did I or did I not enter the Truman Show in the last five minutes? Legally you're obligated to tell me or my name isn't John McClane. Which it IS... NOT. It's Larry. Sherbet. Sorry. We can't always choose our names, it's fine. It's fine.

Everything is fine. Just cold. When did Florida get so cold?! It's not Florida. I get it. !!!!

Am I in New York!? No. It smells too good comparatively and the The Truman Show wasn't in New York. Damnit. I give. SOMEONE TELL ME I'M AT LEAST NOT IN CANADA

OR PUNK'D IS ASHTON KUTCHER HERE? 'Cause I'm ready for the photo op.

Jan. 20th, 2023


[info]dunwichmod
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D U N W I C H


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