It lurks on the edge of most maps/any map/every map, a festering sore/wound/gash on reality. They say laughter died in Grimsville long ago/recently/sometime. A creeping chill/sorrow/despair hangs over the place, making even the sun look sick/appear dull/seem to weep. The buildings are twisted/broken/bent, their windows like vacant eyes/staring into… Read More

Many claim to sense these whispers, faint manifestations of those who have passed. Some attribute them to the power of suggestion, while others consider it fact that they are genuine messages from the great beyond. These whispers {can be heard inwindswept halls, or felt as a sudden wave of coldness. Often, these spectral voices offer glimpses of th… Read More