[OOC] One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

[Simple Unicycle]

You know, I'm feeling in the zone so I may regret this, but I think I'm gonna try a second character.

The Punisher

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^{_{HOWARD LONGNAMEOVICH ♦ INTERDIMENSIONAL INSURANCE AGENT ♦ THE MULTIVERSE ♦ PECK PROPERTY & CASUALTY INSURANCE, INTERDIMENSIONAL FIRE & LIFE DIVISON}}

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^{"What the fuck?"
-- MB}

Inspired by stuff like Doctor Who, H2G2, and the Howard the Duck comics, I want to tell some comedic sci-fi stories and that's pretty much it. Can't let Hound have all the fun!

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Howard wants to become the multiverse's A-#1 insurance agent. Call me now for a quote on everything from uninsured motorist to retcon insurance. Lost your house in an attack from space invaders? You're covered! Got maimed by a time-displaced caveman? You're covered! Subjected to a shitty reboot where the words "Fuck Batman" actually come out of your mouth? You're covered! I'm here to help you!

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Vandal Savage (Earth #21099) -- Uninsured interdimensonal conqueror. Major asshole. Doesn't even leave a courtesy note when he wipes out a planet.

Bruce Banner/The Hulk (Earth #0002) -- An older, greyer (pun) Hulk who has reached the end of his superhero days and is now transitioning to a second career. Howard's intern. Hulk smash lunch order.

The Despair (Earth #2292) -- Hive mind that is bent on utter and complete assimilation of their dimension's inhabitants. One of Howard's best clients.

Zeus Bain/Flying Squirrel Man (Earth #798) -- Superhero and member of the Righteous Guild. Inhabits an earth that couldn't afford the rights to licensed characters.

The Phillie Phanatic (Earth #090995) -- Serial killer/baseball mascot. Got absolutely washed by Tommy Lasodra one time.

Meryl Streep (Earth #321210) -- Hardened criminal. Most prolific bank robber in the multiverse. Just a real delight, crushes everything she does.

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Reality #8675309
Peck Property & Casualty Insurance Offices

“Hey. I’m Mr. Dickhead. And I’m a real asshole. I go around dimensions and I do things like key your car, set your house on fire, and tea-bag your mom's vegetable soup. If you want to protect your shit against assholes like me, then get Greco Interdimensional Insurance today.”

“Waugh,” Howard the Duck snarled. He grabbed the remote on his desk and turned off the monitor mounted on the far wall of his office. He shook his head as he laid the remote back down beside a stack of three-ring binders.

Howard rubbed his temples with his feathered hands and sighed. “Greco, Greco, Greco.”

“A new ad?”

Bruce Banner walked through the door holding two cardboard coffee cups. He gave one to Howard while he kept the other. Howard took a deep pull off his coffee before talking.

“Yes. A new ad. I expect nothing less from the company that prioritizes marketing over superior coverage and products.”

Howard’s company did their own share of advertising. For awhile, Howard had been featured in commercials as Peck Property & Casualty Insurance’s Agent of the Year campaign. It was pretty straightforward. Howard gave a speech to the folks watching:

“Hi, folks. My name is Howard the Duck, and I am Peck Property & Casualty’s Agent of the Year for the year 2018 in realities 0003-0054, and 0057-0068, 1969 for all you groovy cats in realities 9813-44401, and the year of 42069 (nice) in the reality where everyone is perpetually sixteen years old. Along with my accolades, those same realities also named Peck Property & Casualty as the #1 insurance company for those years. How was it that over a thousand different dimensions recognized our work? It’s simple. At Peck Property & Casualty, all our agents go above and beyond the expectations of good service. It’s the Peck guarantee. And for an agent to be named agent of the year, it speaks to how far I will go to offer good service to my customers. Don’t take it from me, hear it from some of my insured:”

“As a power hungry dictator, I often have to face many threats from challengers both at home and abroad. When it looked like the cursed Richards would finally win the day, Howard assured that my plot armor insurance was up to date, and he also helped me figure out how to go get a good discount on Life Model Decoys. NO ONE BESTS DOOM! VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE, RICHARDS! Thanks, Howard.”

“*indecipherable howls.* *Yak bleating* *bones crunching* Howard. #1!”

“When some greedy executives tried to use me as a bargaining chip in their corporate negotiations, I was worried I would be kicked out of the cinematic universe I had just recently entered. So I called Howard and it turned out that he had me signed up fr reboot fatigue coverage for up to ten years. Take that, Andrew Garfield! What’s more, he told Kevin Fiege to &$@# off. Thanks, Howard!”

“So you see, I go the extra mile for my customers. It’s what all Peck Property & Casualty agents do. If you want to experience the different first hand, give us a call and get your quote in as little as ten minutes, or go to peckpac.com or .org or .biz or .boobs, depending on your reality. Peck Property & Casualty, no slogans, just good service.”

"Good coffee, Bruce," said Howard. "You always do a great job.

"There's a science to it," said Banner. "And of the few things I know, science is one of them."

Howard watched his trainee sip coffee from across his desk. To Howard, Banner looked like a college professor. Round, rimless glasses with long graying hair pulled back into a ponytail. Hard to believe that the Hulk was inside him, just waiting to come out. But Banner had insisted that those days were behind him. In Bruce's reality, the Avengers had a falling out after Hawkeye spiked the lemonade at the Avengers annual picnic with laxative. They'd called the event Civil War 3, which Howard fully couldn't quite grasp. What had happened in Civil War's 1 and 2? Regardless, the fight had been brutal and Banner gave up both the Hulk and the dimension for a second life here with him. Howard had his doubts on if Bruce really had banished the Hulk. On one hand, having the Hulk as backup would be great. But as an insurance man, a raging monster who destroyed property left and right was a nightmare. Think of how high his premiums must be!

“Enough about advertising, let’s look at the Book.”

Howard placed a small metal cube on the desk and pressed the single button on the cube’s smooth surface. A hologram projection showed a network of dots across a great expanse. There were plenty of green dots, several red dots, and a vast collection of black dots.

“Pop quiz,” announced Howard. “What do the color coding on the dots mean?”

“Green is a dimension where you have at least one insured client,” said Banner. “Red means that you don’t. And black means those are realities where there is no interdimensional traffic, so they are outside of PP&C’s coverage.”

“Correct. And what does…. It mean when a green dot is flashing yellow?”

Banner looked at Howard with a puzzled expression.

“I don’t know, Mr. The Duck.”

“Call me Howard. Mr. The Duck was my father.” Howard pointed towards hologram map of the Book. One of the green dots was in fact pulsing a deep amber color.

“That means that one of our insured is currently in the process of filing a claim.”

Howard pressed the button on the Book again and zoomed in to the dot. Information crawled across the display beside the flashing dot.

REALITY # 3311
LOCATION: EARTH
INSURED: US PRESIDENT MCGILLICUTTY (JOINT GLOBAL POLICY)
CLAIM: ALIEN INVASION
COVERAGE: YES

“Alright,” said Howard. He pushed stood up and rifled through the drawers of his desk. He pulled out a large rifle and tossed Banner a black rectangular device. “That’s an interdimensional beacon. It’s how we move between realities. Keep it clipped to your belt and never have it leave your sight.”

Howard flicked a button on the rifle. It sparked blue energy and began to hum. He looked at Banner and winked.

“Let’s go give some great service.”

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TBA

@Byrd Man

You actually went and did it, you mad fuckin lad.

[Master Bruce]

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@Simple Unicycle

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@Byrd Man

What an excellent way to announce that with the opening of the IC, we're waiving the 24-hour contesting period on all future applications! The Punisher and Howard The Duck are hereby ACCEPTED!

[mickilennial]

I'm going to also see about going all in and trying to contribute to this game at 200%. We'll see if I can pull it off.

Hider

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^{_{S O J O U R N E R M U L L E I N ♦ S E C T O R 2 8 1 4 ♦ L A N T E R N C O R P S}}

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^{“I’m the one causing the trouble. Just by existing. But what else is new?”}

Sojourner Mullein grew up in the shadow of September 11th, and perhaps was the key reason why she was dedicated to serve. Dedicated to the core tenants of the ideals of protecting those who needed it. She rose in the ranks to become a well-decorated NYPD officer until the dominos began to fall around her. Corruption in the force, her refusal to acclimate to the “thin blue line”, and circumstance led to her removal from the line of duty.

However, it would be her stance to oppose great fear that would draw her to the injured body of Abin Sur when his ring selected her as his successor. To succeed him as a Green Lantern.

The Green Lanterns. The police of the greater cosmos—interstellar agents of peace and justice. It would be an honor that took her through the trials of Kilowog and Sinestro. A large task, but if being a regular cop had taught her anything it was to expect the unexpected and to prepare for the worst. If a Green Lantern died on Earth against an unknown threat, then the Lanterns needed the very best, even if they had no clue how the greater galaxy worked. All Sojourner knew was she intended to give it her all. And so began her story.

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The crux of this concept is Sojourner Mullein in the role of Hal Jordan.

Unlike her comic, The Far Sector, I’m intending to have the newer addition to the Green Lantern mythos play a more traditional role within the corps. No special assignment or special ring, just a lot of the basics. With the death of Abin Sur, his ring finds itself with a down on their luck police officer from New York City after extrapolating circumstances has struck her removed from the NYPD.

Unlike past versions of the Lantern Corps in these games that I've tried, I’m not planning on over-complicating it. The goal is to try to lean on old police serials and films like Die Hard and Lethal Weapon and tell a variety of stories in a space pulp format. Should I get accepted I will keep room open for all sorts of development on this end, including legacies, adjacent characters, and so forth. I tried doing this for the Year One game but I lost out due to heavy GL competetion, so let's try to rectify that by bringing up this Year One concept to a few years later. That way I don't have to sort out all of the basic fixtures of a year one space cop story and get into the meat and potatoes.

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This space will be periodically updated as characters are thought of and established, I don't like to plan fifty-five steps ahead so don't expect this to be fully loaded from the start.

Hider

AYA
_{The artificial intelligence suite of the Green Lantern Corps personal and private database.}

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“Duty” • Part 1

“Sojourner Mullein, you have shown the ability to overcome great fear.”

It had been a statement that would pull the New York native from the bottom of a bottle.

A statement whispered into the very center of her soul. By a thing. A shiny green ring that fell out of the sky and into her lap. It sought her out. As if she was the only one who had overcome great fear in the entire world. Her instincts didn’t embrace it. If anything, her instincts told her that she was dreaming, because there was no amount of alcohol that would make her visualize a shiny green ring snapping on her hand and taking her halfway across the planet. This wasn’t normal. These things didn’t happen. Not to people like her.

But it did happen.

The universe didn’t care about the color of your skin, or what planet you were from, or who you thought you were.

She still didn’t understand it. But the choice was not hers or even Abin Sur’s to make. It was the ring’s choice. The Guardians built the ring, but they did not orchestrate it. It moved like the wind and sought out who it knew was the right fit. Turns out that despite thinking little of herself Abin Sur’s ring thought differently. Believed in her. Knew that she was the only choice to make when it came to recruiting a new intergalactic arbiter of peace and justice. A new Green Lantern.

Even with all of the training that came from being a new member of the Green Lantern Corps, she still wasn’t entirely sure how to process everything. She had been flung half-sober across the planet to meet a dying alien before being flung off across the galaxy to be educated what exactly being a Green Lantern meant. Her entire world changed in no less than fifteen minutes. Not many people could come to terms with something so massive in that kind of time. She certainly couldn’t. At the very least she could rest easy knowing while she was learning intergalactic protocol that this was the best case for everyone. Maybe she could return to Earth after she got acclimated to the job, see how she could help now that she had the ability to do more than she ever could before.

But first, she had to get the hell off of Oa.

Oa.

That is, the planet the ring had taken her to for her preliminary training and education as a Green Lantern. The headquarters for the Guardians of the Universe, a bunch of short blue men who observed the conduit to which gave the Lantern Corps their powers. Or at least that’s what Jo could understand from the information she had gathered. Information that she was still unpacking. Information that made her time in the army, Princeton, and the NYPD all seem like one of the summaries books had on the back to give you a clue if they were any good.

Kilowog, the veteran in charge of teaching pretty much everybody, told her that the time would be soon enough. God, she hoped so.

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“Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps, Sojourner Mullein.”

“Thanks.” She managed, as she crossed her arms, looking toward the streets below.

It was a weird thing to hear out loud. But she was starting to get used to weird.

“The ring is trusting you. So don't let it down.”

“Yeah...” Jo looked down at the ring on her hand, thinking about what Kilowog had told her. “...right.”

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A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.

[Master Bruce]

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@Inkarnate

Bit of a controversial take, but no one really stepped in to claim Hal... so I'll allow it.

[mickilennial]

Thanks for believing in me, chief.

[Hillan]

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@Master Bruce

Man, they'll really let anyone put on a cape these days.

Accepted.

[Retired]

At some point us New York street level heroes are gonna have to figure out the state of organized crime in the city. Is the Maggia still mostly untouched?, etc.

@Inkarnate

The untouched Maggia angle was for my shitty Spider-Man concept. So, I believe, that wouldn't be the case now. Judging from @AndyC's character notes, there are a lot of separate crimelords in NYC. Including Tombstone and Hammerhead at the top.

[mickilennial]

The untouched Maggia angle was for my shitty Spider-Man concept. So, I believe, that wouldn't be the case now. Judging from @AndyC's character notes, there are a lot of separate crimelords in NYC. Including Tombstone and Hammerhead at the top.

@Retired

Yeah I noticed some of the defections and the like. It is in my notes section of my MK sheet.

[AndyC]

At some point us New York street level heroes are gonna have to figure out the state of organized crime in the city. Is the Maggia still mostly untouched?, etc.

@Inkarnate

Silvio Manfredi is the head of the Maggia as a whole, but he is currently indisposed for reasons I haven't bothered to elaborate on. In his place, Hammerhead is running New York, and Tombstone has broken off to start his own syndicate. Hammerhead's group are your more prototypical gangsters, while Hammerhead is using more creative methods for trying to deal with Spidey. I haven't touched Wilson Fisk since I figured that would be under the purview of anyone who wanted to take a crack at Daredevil, but since nobody has yet, we can assume he's out there and currently "above" the street-level gang war.

[mickilennial]

Silvio Manfredi is the head of the Maggia as a whole, but he is currently indisposed for reasons I haven't bothered to elaborate on. In his place, Hammerhead is running New York, and Tombstone has broken off to start his own syndicate. Hammerhead's group are your more prototypical gangsters, while Hammerhead is using more creative methods for trying to deal with Spidey. I haven't touched Wilson Fisk since I figured that would be under the purview of anyone who wanted to take a crack at Daredevil, but since nobody has yet, we can assume he's out there and currently "above" the street-level gang war.

@AndyC

Sounds like a future Moon Knight and Spider-Man special event.

[AndyC]

<Snipped quote by AndyC>
Sounds like a future Moon Knight and Spider-Man special event.

@Inkarnate

[IceHeart]

If I really need to, I can also go traditional Lobo but figured this could be a nice change on the Lobo formula.

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Lobo ♦ Czarnian/Bounty-Hunter/Metal-Head ♦ Czarnia [Fragged] ♦ Lobo, Last Daugthter of Czarnia

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^{"You like Dolphins you Bastich!? Frack, now I gotta be Civil...Sissy."}

Lobo was a nightmare born to a planet that had been at complete peace for hundreds of years. Just her own birth was enough to cause the midwife in charge to go insane from her unbridled ferocity. Her name means "one who devours your entrails and thoroughly enjoys it" and Lobo relishes that fact.

Completely out of control, Lobo unleashed a biological terror on her own planet which wiped out the entire population save Lobo. Needing something to do after fragging her own planet, the logical thing to do was to become a mercenary and bounty hunter both for the thrills and all the cash possible. If the price was right Lobo would take up any contract to feed her own avarice and coffers.

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Lobo is just a hilarious and interesting character, being a complete parody and all of the tropes of the time. Badass enough to go toe-to-toe with the man of steel and smart enough to learn almost eighteen thousand galactic languages this bastich almost has it all. The only thing even slightly keeping Lobo in check is the fact they stick to their word to the very letter, cause that doesn't stop them from using the exact wording to their advantage sometimes.

At first I was just going to go for a typical Lobo but then I saw that female version art and I was just like, "heck why not!?" This Lobo is not longer the 'main man' but the 'main gal' and she is gonna love every second of smashing her way to her quarry, wherever that may be. Better not get on her bad side or risk getting fragged!

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Dawg – This stupid dog must think I'm fun to be around since I find it sniffing around my digs all the time. Fragging mutt must have a death wish, I see that bastich eyeing my grub for a bite. Down Dawg!

Space Hog – My trusty SpazFrag666, this hot hog lets me crash through the universe like nobody's business! I installed my own stereo system so you can always tell when the main gal is running you down! Touch the hog and I'll skullfrag ya!

Manga Khan – This bastich can really grind my gears but he pays well enough. He'll sell any crap for a profit and is able as stable as a fart in the wind. Hey as long as he pays I'll hold off fragging his ass when I see him!

Lundgren – Only mate that will ever truely get me. Finest pal and fellow bastich I ever met. Even allowed me to ride him once! The frag you looking at me like that for!? You have something against dolphins!? I'll skullfrag ya if you touch one fin on that fish!

Vril Dox II – This stick in the mud bastich is a really goody-two-shoes and one obnoxious geek. Runs some little club called L.E.G.I.O.N. and thinks he's a real big-shot. I'd skullfrag him but I get work from time to time, so perhaps next time I'll frag em.

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Sample Post

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_{Location: Blue Fin Bar, Space - It's Fragging Space! Who cares!}

Issue #1.01: The Main Gal

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[Master Bruce]

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@Natty

And by message I mean app.

[Byrd Man]

@IceHeart

[spicykvnt]

Ahhhh I'm interested again.

To think of a hero since my obvious pick has been approved already.... :P

[Lord Wraith]

@Stormflyx Welcome!

[Sep]

@Lord Wraith Welcome!

[NinaDivine]

Green Arrow CS minus sample coming shortly...

[mickilennial]

@Sloth I have faith in you, but also at least finish the sheet if Nina wins in the arrow-war.

[Roman]

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^{”Some debts can never be repaid.”}

The Coffins, founders and original settlers of Coffin Hill, are an old family with their roots in Salem and their hands dipped in blood and muck. They have a history of power, wealth, and terrible secrets. Eve Coffin is the last living branch of her ancestral tree - and she is determined to let it end with her.

In 2009, at fifteen years old, Eve and her closest friends delved deep into the woods of Coffin Hill; they went in search of the fabled witch, seeking to strike a bargain. What Eve had failed to understand was that she was the Witch of Coffin Hill; in those woods lived only the creature that lived in servitude to the Coffin family, the source of their power and status. All they had accomplished with their ritual was untethering it from her bloodline.
Four girls had walked into that dark forest that day. Only Eve walked out, and she had been forever marked by what had transpired within the cradle of those trees.
She fled from Coffin Hill that night. Neither the town nor her parents would miss her.

Ten years later, she returns, discovering that the creature in the woods had hungered in her time away; that hunger and rot had spread to the town beyond the treeline. People had been going missing, nearly always reported near or travelling in the direction of the woods by those who’d seen them last. Only Eve knew the true culprit responsible for the horror that now befell the town more frequently than ever before. A decade to the day, she went back into those woods, ready to do battle.

She emerged three days later, not saying a word; Eve collected her things and left Coffin Hill forever, taking the curse of her family with her.

It’s been a year since she emerged again from those woods. Eve drifts now, haunted wherever she goes, too scared to stop moving in case she brings ruin and misery to stay with her. She is The Coffin Witch, the last one there will ever be, and she spends everyday repenting for the sins of her forebearers, carrying the burden of her family name with her.

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Eve's motivations are fairly straight-forward, even if the work involved isn't: use the witchcraft of her family to undo the damage her family has done, and protect the innocent from the malevolent beings of the occult world, and then eventually die alone with no children or legacy and let her family's sins die with her. She drifts from town to town, city to city, and does what she can to fight back against the ever-encroaching darkness as she travels.

My own goals are to use a new character that we haven't seen before in these games to write supernatural/occult mystery and drama stories. I read Coffin Hill a couple years ago, a friend's copy rather than one I picked up myself, and I liked the character of Eve and the horror-occult leanings of the story. As she travels she'll also be very open to crossover stories and community events, something I usually avoid in the endless iterations we churn through, and something that I feel might re-light the spark. If I want to write solo stories, I could just work away on googledocs; if I'm writing as part of a greater collaborative, then I should get involved. So let's get involved.

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Coffin House was never Eve's home; merely the building she occupied - hesitantly, reluctantly. It had never felt cozy, inviting, or welcoming. It had never felt safe. Even when her parents were absent, and the air was lacking any ambient cruelty or emotional negligence, the sense of being unwanted pervaded every fibre of Eve's being. The House itself did not want Eve residing within; the feeling was mutual. Eve did little to alter the sense of being rejected by the very brick and mortar. Coffin House was built on bloody foundations, and blood only beget more blood. She stared up at the great oak doors to the manor for the final time, then slung her single bag over her shoulder and spat at the ground, a great glob of spit landing smack on the first step. There was an imperceptible shudder in the brickwork, and a large chunk of moss and mud and dead bugs loosed itself from the guttering and landed at Eve's feet.
That was that, then. Farewells made. Eve turned, and resisted the urge to look back. The House watched her go for as far as it could manage.

The rest of the town felt no less hostile, but not because of malevolent architecture: this was a far more mundane form of malice. No one in Coffin Hill had forgotten August 13th, 2009, the night Eve had taken 3 young girls into the Woods and never returned them. She had been a pariah ever since; branded a murderer, it was only the fear of retribution from the Coffin elders that saved Eve from vigilantism, or even lynching, in the few weeks that followed. After that, they couldn't reach her from outside the institution anyway. Now, though, as she walked down the main street of Coffin Hill towards the bus ranks, she felt eyes on her from every window, every corner, every car. She lowered her head and fixed her gaze on the cobbles, not daring to make eye contact with a single person. Had any of them even a fraction of the Coffin witchcraft, these hard stares would be enough to entomb her in the stone beneath her feet. As it was, the air was unnaturally cold, and she felt a baleful darkness nipping at her heels. She hastened along.

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As the coach pulled away from the stand, Eve stole a final glance at Coffin Hill out the back window. To the far west, she saw the House standing atop the eponymous knoll, some inimical arbiter of the town; behind Coffin House itself, she could barely make out the treeline of the woods. The trees and the things that dwelled in them looked back.

Eve watched until the town faded away into the fog, then turned and nestled down in her seat. She could still feel it on the back of her neck, but when they crossed the county line, there was a snap sensation in the back of her mind, and she knew then that Coffin Hill was gone. She settled into a restless sleep, and dreamt unquietly of a town that never-was.

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TBC.