GRAVEYARD SHIFT






[HALF MOON BAY - UNITED STATES OF AMERICA - 201X]

CONGRATULATIONS!

YOU'VE MANAGED TO RECENTLY ACCEPT THE LUCRATIVE POSITION OF BEING AN EMPLOYEE AT INNSMOUTH, A BURGEONING BRAND OF KONBINI STORES ON THE EAST COAST.

....BUT TROUBLE BREWS IN THIS CITY....

.....RUMORS HAVE SPREAD ABOUT ITS ECCENTRIC INHABITANTS, SOME INNOCUOUS, OTHERS MORE CONCERNING.....

.....ELDRITCH HORRORS PREY ON THE STREETS. MASKED FIGURES STALK IN THE NIGHT. UNEXPLAINABLE ANOMALIES PERMEATE THE LAND.....

.....THE MIRACLES OF THE 21ST CENTURY HAVE FOSTERED A WEB OF CONSPIRACY, CRIMINALITY AND CORRUPTION THAT THREATENS TO SPIRAL OUT OF CONTROL.....

.....IN THE MIDST OF THIS, VISITORS FROM THE COSMOS AND DESECRATED DEITIES FROM DESTITUTE DIMENSIONS BEGIN TO STIR......

.....WITH ONLY YOUR WITS AND GUTS, YOU MUST SURVIVE AND MANEUVER YOUR WAY AROUND IN THIS DOOMED CITY WHILST PRESERVING YOUR JOB......

.....YOUR NEW LIFE BEGINS NOW.....



8:00 PM

“ ….Local meteorologists are reporting highly unusual weather behaviour over Koreatown and advise residents in the affected area to stay indoors until further notice. In other news, we are awaiting confirmation of the capture of the wanted Belgrade Snatcher, a notorious serial killer who has been responsible for - FZZZZTTTT - spleen theft - FFFZZZTTZZZ - one thousand - FFFZZZTTTT - massa- FZRRZZTTTT“

The audio fizzles out at the last second of the broadcast much to your dismay. It’s the only thing that’s keeping you from nodding and dozing off. Your face resting against the counter in the crook of your arm, you reach out towards the radio and paw at the air lazily like an overfed cat. It’s surprising how much your first shift has sapped the will to move out of you. It doesn’t help that the night sky in Half Moon Bay is almost hypnotic, maroon cotton candy clouds soaked in the fathomless expanse of the glittering, dripping star-studded sky. It lulls you to sleep, alongside the croaking of the ACU unit outside and the melodic hum of the electric mosquito trapper above you.

The bell jingles. The sound makes you stand up straight at attention, spine straight like a ruler. Your eyes flit over to the security camera where most likely footage of your lapse in judgement was recorded. You then look over to your uniform, iron-pressed and scented fresh with cellophane wrapping. Signing at the error you notice, your fingers reach over and adjust the name-tag pinned to the left breast of your breast to be more straight.

You'll have to inform your manager about this tomorrow. It should be spelt……


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