>Radios in town can pick up only four stations reliably: Country, Rock, Community Access, and Numbers.>The town's general store sometimes gets shipments of strange, surreally off-brand versions of popular products.>The bank in Main Street has been closed for decades, and they say something has been left trapped inside the vault.>Mysterious lights in the sky have been seen around Mount Deception on and off since the nineteen-fifties.>Old Route-8 passes through town to the north, and folks say its a graveyard of rusty, dusty abandoned vehicles.
>>57591980>picdoes this really count as a town in America? Its literally 2 buildings
>>57591980>King Falls AM>Welcome To Night Vale
>>57595339There are three houses and two businesses in that picture.
>>57595339That's Perfection from Tremors you literal peasant.If you haven't seen it, go watch it.
>>57595339there are desert communities in Australia which are no bigger than that too, anon
>>57595339Yes. The smallest town I have seen personally was a house, a car fixit garage, a gas station, and that was it. It's on the map as a town, population 5.
>>57591980>The bank in Main Street has been closed for decades, and they say something has been left trapped inside the vault.
>>57591980>People say if you drive through Route 8 with your eyes closed for a mile, while stayin' on the road the whole way, you end up in another town, of another kind entirely.>The vehicles along Route 8 are all that's left of the people who opened their eyes both too late and too soon.>There's cell reception, despite no cell towers. But sometimes you get weird calls. They seem like 911 calls, as the people are always screaming.>The pantry of the general store has a flickering light that nobody can seem to fix, even though they've replaced the bulb and the wiring. Sometimes when it comes back on, all the colors are wrong. And all the smells. And all the sounds.
>Not more than four streets and three dozen buildings make up the entirety of downtown and more than half of these are long shuttered. Even then, they may not be entirely abandoned.>Every so often, strangers will come stumbling out of the desert, dehydrated and suffering from heatstroke, speaking strange languages and carrying strange currencies or identification.>The tunnel on Barvey Road is a tricky place. They say that you can drive into it heading out of town and drive out of it heading back into town. They also say to never walk the tunnel.>No less than three mines have opened and closed on the rocky slopes of Mt. Deception, each one suffering from devastating and inexplicable incidents, accidents and disasters.>There is an old phone booth at one end of main street that rings every night just after Midnight. Those that answer it are said to receive an upsettingly prophetic message.
>Back in 1972 the town was flooded with stampede of unusual albino lizards running from the direction of one of the old mines. Newspapers reported that, Ms. Matilda-May, the town's oldest resident at 102 at the time, said it's a regular occurance, every 46 years, this was her third time seeing them. When asked if it really actually happened every 46 years, she simply replied cryptically "It better." and would give no further information. They're due to run again this year.>At the dead end of one of town's streets the power pole has a wire that drops down to pole in front of an empty lot of sand and scrub that contains only a mailbox, and a utility meter. That meter always runs up a might high power bill, but there's always a check in the mailbox on the first of the month that covers it to the cent. Nobody ever sees who puts the check in the mailbox.>There's a running joke through the town to watch out for "man eating tumbleweed" on Old Route 8 that sets all the old-timers laughing. Except the Sarge, who runs the military surplus yard. He seems to dislike the joke emensely.>There's a hard-packed sand trail the goes around the town, forming a figure 8 that circles the town, and a chunk of the desert out to one side pointing toward Mount Deception. Nobody's sure exactly why it's always so well tamped not many people bother to walk any lengh of it but it's always well trod and clear of weed and scrub.
>Night Shift: Nevada Town EditionI can dig it.
>>57595339>Not loving the fact that like 70% of America is untamed wilderness/desert that has these bizarrely tiny blips that one would hardly consider civilization in the middle of nowhere
>Everyone feels bad for Merry Weatherbee, she's such a sweet girl, but nobody wants to talk to her. They aren't allowed to>Ol' Dale at the gas station is the man to talk to if you want to hear about the world outside town. He's never around though>If you ever see the man who wears snow boots, stop moving and close your eyes. He won't hurt you>When Carl's Sub Shop shut down last year, nobody saw Carl or the shop ever again. The building is now an electronics shop that has been there since 1954
>>57591980>There's an older fellow named Saul that occasionally comes into town to pick up basic groceries and, rarely, some pieces of mail. He's friendly enough and usually stops in the diner to eat lunch and chat with the locals. Thing is, the road Saul comes down to get into town doesn't go anywhere. It simply ends with a locked and overgrown gate. It's best not to bring this up if you decide to have a friendly chat with him.>There's an abandoned house a few minutes outside of town with a life size white cross in the yard complete with a fading plaster Jesus. The story is the family that lived there was mighty religious, known for speaking in tongues and preaching the good book at every oppurtunity when in town, but one day they were all found dead by suicide. They had slit their wrists while praying around that big ole cross. That was back in the 60s and nowadays there are strange rumors about that house. They say that if you drive past it at night, the Jesus turns his head to follow your car.>There's a man that lives out at the edge of town in beaten up old trailer. He's perpetually exhausted looking and doesn't like to look at or speak to anyone around town. His trailer is covered in warning/do not enter signs and on one occasion he's claimed to work for the government, but no one can concretely say what he does. Folks that pay attention notice that he drives out of town in his jeep ever night and returns before sun up. Occassionally, he'll take his trailer up into the high desert and not return for days or weeks. Inevitably, he returns looking even more haggard than usual and usually proceeds to nearly buy out the general store of ammo.
>>57601714>Old Sarge sometimes references a place called 'Bliss' that was somewhere nearby. Whenever someone asks him about it, however, he ignores you and changes the subject.>Every once in a while, a windstorm sweeps through town from the north, causing electronics and mechanics to malfunction or fail. If you listen to a payphone or a radio at that time, you'll hear nothing but static - or screaming. It's difficult to tell the difference.>If there's ever a haze over Mount Deception, the locals ignore it, as if it had never existed at all. The bar always closes early on those nights.
>There is a small, run-down stone chapel on a hill outside town, in which they say that a number of televisions and radios have been set playing a simulated sermon at the pulpit and on the pews.>A large body of water named "Lost Lake" has been seen around town and has been included on local maps forever. This lake has never been seen or depicted in the same place twice.>The town's sheriff and deputies are actually a good group of men and women, dedicated to keeping their small desert community safe, but sometimes find themselves out far past their depth.>Occasionally, the wrecks along Old Route 8 seem to move and change, despite the fact that many of them have flat tires, no gasoline and look too old and rusty to go anywhere.>People often use the community access radio station as a public forum to air grievances, share gossip and exchange local legends and conspiracy theories about recent goings-on.
>Visitors to the town have two lodging options. They can stay at the rundown Cactus Corners Motel out by the highway, or the ramshackle Sergeant Hotel on Main Street. Both are haunted.
>>57603610>you'll hear nothing but static - or screaming. It's difficult to tell the difference.As someone who works with a hand radio every day, this is actually very true.
>>57603610I've been through Bliss a number of times. It's got a pretty decent café/gas station called the Roadrunner. I've only explored the town once, though. There's not much to it, but it seems nice enough. Even so, whenever my friends and I talk about it we refer to it as, "Ignorance."
>The Lucky Strike Mine up on the slopes of Mt. Deception will sometimes appear ablaze with light and abuzz with activity, despite having been closed down for the past fifty some-odd years.>Folk have reported something "looking sort of like a dog" but acting strangely intelligent nosing through their garbage, climbing over their houses and leaving clawed graffiti around.>Those foolhardy enough to try and walk the Barvey Road Tunnel claim to have gotten lost inside for hours, walking miles upon miles through the mountain before making it out again.>The town once had a twin, on the other side of Mt. Deception, but that this other town just disappeared one night. Some say that you can still find your way there, if you're exceptionally unlucky.>Although no one has ever seen a delivery made to the old general store and it constantly seems right on the brink of folding up, it always has what the townsfolk want or at least what they need.
>>57605331I like your style, Dude.
>There is a poker game that's been going on for as long as anyone can remember. Nobody seems to pay it any mind. The coins they bet with make squishing sounds against the table.
>If you squint your eyes just right on a dusky night, the badlands look near enough like a rolling sea, and the telephone poles out along the road writhe like the masts of ships of the line.
>Work the local diner 12 AM to 12 PM>No one comes in after 3 but it's cool since I get paid and weed's legal in Colorado>Blazing one up and idly sweeping the floor>Smoking hot chick comes in>I'm talking fucking 15/10 boner inducing (I had a boner)>"One milkshake please" holy shit the innuendo>y-yes m-mam>Gorilla walk to the counter and begin making her a milkshake>She's staring at me the whole time>Give her milkshake>She drinks, no, sucks the shake, still watching me>boner_war.avi>She sits it down and licks her lips>"How much is it?">t-t-t-two fifty>"I don't have any money, can I repay you another way?">boner_war_lost.avi>She comes around the counter and pulls my pants down>I brace for a world of unearthly pleasure>She goes to town>Suddenly I go cold>I look down>She's bitten my fucking dick off>Formerly hot chick is a hideous demon thing>Groin is bleeding>Want to scream but suddenly realization hits me like a train>Spasm to get away from her but she holds tight and laughs in this booming voice>Start to scream but get so fucking sick seeing my bloody no-dick>Vomit on her and the floor>Mom's spaghettiNever working a diner job again, lemme tell ya.
>>57603610>>Old Sarge sometimes references a place called 'Bliss' that was somewhere nearby. Whenever someone asks him about it, however, he ignores you and changes the subject.>>57605719>I've been through Bliss a number of times. It's got a pretty decent café/gas station called the Roadrunner. I've only explored the town once, though. There's not much to it, but it seems nice enough. Even so, whenever my friends and I talk about it we refer to it as, "Ignorance.">>57605757>>The town once had a twin, on the other side of Mt. Deception, but that this other town just disappeared one night. Some say that you can still find your way there, if you're exceptionally unlucky.These are all the same town.
>>57606977Why are you like this
>Some of the old timers that worked the mines before they shut down say that they broke into a vast cave system deep below Mount Deception, filled with strange, terrible, wonderful things.>The "Hopscotch Building" is a tall, narrow old building found downtown and is named for the unsettling way it seems to move from street to street, day by day, when no one is watching.>Every night around 2:00, the Sheriff's Station receives a call begging for an officer to come to 213 Reno Lane, when the house at that address has been empty for several decades.
>>57595339It’s from a movie. But here in Nebraska, you can have farmsteads where your closest neighbor is an hour drive away. It’s FUCKING great. Have fun choking on smog while I do my /out/ stuff with 1/8 the cost of your living
>Rusty Daniels has been retired for more than 30 yeas now, and his garage closed and shuttered for 20, ever since his son went away. But one thing that never changes is is old, beat up pop machine at the front of his closed store. Still lights up at night (barely) and still only costs a dime. The bottles it dispenses are classic glass bottles, and there's a big ole trash can of bottlecaps beside it. Every couple of days you can see Rusty wheel a hand-truck of soda bottles to the machine out of the back of his garage(though where he gets them from, nobody knows) and refill it, taking away the dimes in an old, beat up havana gold cigar box. The old timers in town love seeing the kids running around with old soda brands like NiHi Grape and Orange, RC Cola, and other brands you would swear have been discontinued for years now. And it's only the kids who buy from the machine. Well, not true. Every once in a while one of the old timers will ask Rusty if he can get one, and Rusty will just grin and say "Well sure, help youself, that's what it's there for." But there's always somethign in his grin that says he'll never say no if you ask, but that it's a good thing you asked first. >For some reason, despite the fact it's a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, the town actually has two different power companies who service: it one to the east, and one to the west, with Declan Street(crosses Barvey Road, you know) being the cutoff. Whenever any of the workers that come by are asked, or anyone complains to the town council, the only answer they ever get is "Regulations", though they never say what regulation they're refering to. But if you've lived there a while, you've seen a utility truck slam on breaks and do a U-turn rather than cross a Declan Street intersection.>There's an old chunk of weed-eaten tarmac in the desert nearby, with a pile of wood and corrugated tin that might have been a hanger. Some say it used to to be an airfield. Some say it still is.
>>57591980Congratulations OP, you've made the best thread on /tg/ right now. This shit's brilliant.
I'm running a Monster of the Week campaign, but I'm really liking everything here so far. I was thinking of doing a spinoff with this kind of setting. What system would you guys recommend for this?
>>57608861Something relatively rules light, like BRP, or some simple, universal system. I couldn’t imagine the mechanics being so important
>>57608662>>There's an old chunk of weed-eaten tarmac in the desert nearby, with a pile of wood and corrugated tin that might have been a hanger. Some say it used to to be an airfield. Some say it still is.
>the far side of Mt.Deception has a relatively large forest where locals used to hunt. They abandoned it when they started bagging deformed deer, six eyes, or three horns. Sarge sometimes is seen heading out that ways
>>57608982>Though a relatively large forest for such an arid area like this, it was never huge and clung to the craggy side of the mountain like the last bit of hair on a balding man's head. Nowadays, though, there are folk that say the forest is far bigger on the inside than it looks on the outside.
>>57608861Here ya go
>>57609231Could that be used to run a Night in the Woods style game?
>>57591980>tfw this thread is what nightvale could have beenI weep
>>57606977Fuck off faggot
>About an hour down the road towards Mount Deception, there's a turn you can take that leads to the old Sunrise 9 ranch. Many of the buildings still stand, but they're so run-down and ramshackle that they might collapse any minute. Even so, some people still mention seeing lights in that direction sometimes at night, and if one were to investigate the next morning, you might find strange hoof prints and a firepit in the sand.>Old Sarge will tell you that there used to be a military base somewhere nearby in the 1960s, but nobody knows exactly where, and it's not on any map or guide to the area. One might give some consideration to the fact that some of the rusted trucks on the old road look like old army jeeps.
>>57608582>I live out in the country and I'm not at all mad about it at all!>I love that I'm so far away from the rest of humanity!>Isolation isn't detrimental to the human condition at all!>It costs more to live somewhere else anyways!>I'm not mad!>I'm not bitter!>Smog is still a real problem that definitely exists in cities!
>>57608582I'd kill myself rather than live outside of the city again. I wasted my best years talking to dogs and watching trees grow.
>They say that if you drive Old Route 8 at night, a rusty muscle car will pass you, challenging you to race. Some will tell you that it's not trying to race you at all. They'll tell you it's trying to outrun something.>Every month, the town's post office receives a significant number of letters and parcels that have been returned to their senders, even though those senders never sent them to begin with.>Legend has it that one of the town's three mines, no one can agree which one, was not looking for gold or silver under Mt. Deception. Legend has it they were looking for something stranger...>Native Americans never settled the region, and widely considered it an ill-omened place. They were the ones who gave the nearby mountain the name it still bears to this day.
>>57609469Probably, yea. It's extremely rules-light and great for a late night romp with friends.
>>57609832How fucking mad you are. Countryside is so much better than your shitty.
>>57605555Oh I know. I used to be a radio operator in Fort Bliss myself, so I know how that goes.
The city and the country both have their charms.>>57609792The town really was someplace, once, with a real bright future.Somewhere along the way though, that future dimmed and turned dark.
>>57609792>there used to be a military base somewhere nearby in the 1960sMaybe the old airfield and the military base are one and the same. Just a little Air Force radio relay and refueling depot. Maybe something bad came in on a transport plane and never left.
>>57610253>Nobody knows why the natives called it Mount Deception though, they'll just tell you "It ain't as it seems">The local school kids will still sometimes use a trek up it as a right of passage/coming of age thing>Those that come back tend to stick around town.
>To the north there's a big old creaky windmill in the distance. You can just see it if you look up Old Route-8>Good ol' Dale knows when it was built, and what it's good for, but nobody has gotten around to asking him yet
>Out in the scrub, past the tunnel headed for the highway is a tank farm. About three large size round storage tanks attached to series of pipes that run about a quarter mile out into the desert and then dip down into the sand and disappear. A cinderblock wall and an electric fence, both topped with razer wire, surround the tank farm. It's probably not petroleum since neither the tanks nor the unmarked blue tanker trucks who make regular stops there have any flamability warning signs, leaving the locals guessing what it is.>Everybody remember when Teddy had to put down his favourite pet. It was a desert hare he insisted was a female jackalope. When asked about the horns,he insisted she didn't have any "cause she's a doe, stupid". She got out one day, and didn't turn up again for a few months, finally appearing again with lots of gashes and wounds, and heavily pregnant. He took her to the vet a couple of towns over immeditely. When he came back the next day, he had a large cardboard box. Said he had to put her down, and brought her home to bury her. But that box was scratching and shaking something fierce. He did dig a hole and burry something that night, but he also started expanding the wire walled hutch out back.>The kids say on days when there's no wind and the sun is directly overhead, if you grab a handfull of sand and throw it up with your eyes closed, you'll never hear it fall back to earth cause it just keeps going straight up.>They also say the same is true about throwing sand at night, under a full moon, but for very different reasons.
>>57610691>The town's school is a larger, grander building than the current student population requires. In fact, it's actually mostly empty, having been built at a time when the town's future looked brighter.>Many of the town's legends are passed down by the school kids, most of their parents doing their best to ignore the strange and inexplicable happenings in and around the place.
>Pay no mind to the hand that pokes out the boards on the old school windows. He knows what he did, and he ain't got no one to blame but his own mischief and foolishness.
>No one knows which war "Sarge" actually fought in, and he's been here as long as anyone can remember.
>Ol' Dale's gas station only has one permanent employee other than Dale, who's never around, and thats Tony Hamlin>Big fella, keeps an eye on the place, keeps the pumps going and hires some local teenagers to give him a hand running the place>He's pretty laidback, mostly snoozing or reading some old book or another, except when a car he doesnt recognise from the town pulls in >Doesn't matter if he's snoozing, in the back, middle of mopping, he goes right out and sizes up whatever's come in>Mostly just lost city folk, roadtrippers or the occasional man here on business, he passes on some friendly advice and points em in the right direction ususally>Sometimes the cars go right down into first and cruise past the pumps, occupants not even turning to look at him standing in the doorway>Sometimes they roll in empty, he always hesitates before opening the door and putting into neutral, rolling it onto the roadside and calling the state patrol to come pick it up>One time an old rusted junker from Route 8 was parked right at the pump waiting for Tony, but that was on halloween night so i wouldnt make anything of it, just kids messing with the poor guy>It got him so worked up too, even had one of the teens stocking the shelves that night grab the shotgun from under the counter and keep it trained on him while he checked it out>Strange fella, he even sleeps under the counter from what I heard, but nice enough
>>57611190>Some of the people what came round for business know Tony, even if he don't know them>In fact, most what come for business know lots of the folks of town on sight>Never the same people on business though, and never the same business>That one lady came round said she was up to some logging rights for the forest over Mt. Deception>The other gal said it was mineral inspection of the mines>That black fella said he was doing the annual audit for the government, we ain't never had one of them audits before>Not a big deal though, they give the shops a customer and they don't stay long, a few days at most, but they never get a room at Cactus Corners or the Sergeant
>There are a number of old, hand-dug wells around town that have long since fallen into disuse. People say that you can sometimes hear whispered voices coming up from their bottoms.>There is an ancient hippy woman that lives in an old Winnebago high up in the hills that people say is a witch that can see the past, future, and everything in between.
>>57610374I'm not sure if you understood, Night in the Woods is a vidya.
>>57611419>if one of the wells offers you advice unprompted, it is always best to do the opposite, even if it sounds like it makes sense.
>Crazy Earl lives a couple of miles away down the road. If you need some vehicle part for a pre 1970 machine, he'll have it somewhere. You can only pay him with license plates however. He's quite proud of his plate collection and will show it to you after you get what you need.
>>57611525>Crazy Earl Kowalski runs Kowalski Bros. Junkyard. Used to run it with his brother Eddy, though he doesn't like to talk about that now. Something to do with the weirdness down on Old Route 8, they say.
>>57609832>>57609995I lived in the city for a while, pretty much always hated it. Too many people around, too fast of pace, and worst of all, far too impersonal. It took me around 20 years of my life to come to terms with the fact that some people just have different tastes though, and the tightly knit nature of rural communities and lack of eclectic night life can be just as off-putting to some kinds of people.I usually don't have much against urbanites, I just think the cities should stay where they are. But every year, they always encroach a little further out of their limits and eat up surrounding communities that it makes me more than a little nervous.
>>57609995ya willing to swap?
>>57610652>There used to be a old military airfield nearby, during the sixties. Strangest thing is sometimes kids still come through, claiming to be from the air force academy on assignment to a officer stationed there during the summer.
>>57611187>In fact his war stories change from time to time. He has mentioned that he could load his Brown Bess 6 times a minute, that he had Rommel on his sights once and that he would rather kiss Willy Pete than face Neomicronians again.>People however take his stories at face value.
>>57610533IMO, there's certain country areas that are really serene and pretty and nice. There's also country areas where you wonder how anyone could stand to waste away day by day there.I know its the same with cities, but they always seem so much more appealing...
>>57608662>There's a crik up near Mt. Deception with some kind of fenced in property for miles and miles around it.>Its hard to make out what exactly is in there, but it generally looks like a large mill.>maybe 2.>Every now and again, you might catch trucks and vans from both power companies headed out that way>The locals tell you to ignore the gunshots and muffled explosions that echo out through the valley on those days and nights.
We've never come up with a name for this town, did we. Its disappeared twin has one.
>>57611187>>57611881>Sarge's "military surplus" store has things in stock from every war since 1776, and some other, stranger objects that he claims to have brought back from 'overseas'; except that nobody can tell what country they might be from.
>>57605555>>57610494what holy shit quads for truth. Tell us more Anon/s. This thread just became an /x/ thread
>>57613134Desolation PointPopulation: 1244
>>57611493I'm not sure if you understood, asking "Could that be used to run a Night in the Woods style game?" implies that you would be running a tabletop roleplaying game in the style of the video game".
>>57613292Sorry I'm just being autistic. It sounded like you thought I was asking if it would be a game I could run while in the woods at night.
>>57613269>Population: 1244My sides! Some poor sap must've painted an extra "4" at the end of the town sign.
>>57613344>The sign at the front of town changes overnight whenever someone goes missing>Or if someone shows up out of town>It is always accurate>Very strange that nobody knows where the 3/4 came from at the end though
>>57613116I understand this reference
>rumor travels fast in a small town like this>sometimes it spreads before it actually happens, and someone will show up at your doorstep with a care package because they heard you'll break your arm in a week
>>57595537I love you for noticing.>>57595339Gif is for you.
>contrary to popular belief, desolation point is not built on a indian burial ground, or holy site, or place of some famous battle.>the indians were smart enough not to come anywhere near this place.
>>57609995>I wasted my best years talking to dogs and watching trees grow.that would make a great Country song lyric
>>57608582>not living in a superior state>not being able to enjoy natural wilderness or city culture freelyHow can people go on like that?
>>57610253>During the Indian Wars, there was a lot of fighting going on between settlers and Natives who reckoned they were encroaching on their land. For a while it was real bad, war bands burnt every town in a fifty mile radius.>Not this town, though. Wouldn't even get close.
Arizona desert, rust belt Pennsylvania, or rural appalachia?
>>57613918why choose one location? This place is the archetypal "middle of nowhere", which means it could theoretically be anywhere
>>57613596I don't. Is it a video game reference?
>>57614006Team Fortress 2, I think.
God, this whole thread is my aesthetic. I fucking love this stuff.
>>57613904Your wilderness is too small
>>57614053Oh, ok. I thought it might be something cool.
>In the late 1800s, state lawmen finally tracked down vicious and renowned lawman Bob Hennessy and gunned him down in a last stand in his saloon. The local bar now stands on the site of that saloon.>Thing is, Hennessy had given up his life of crime and settled down. The gunfight claimed his wife and young daughter as collateral.>The barkeep has Hennessy's six-shooter framed on the wall behind the bar.>The stained, bullet hole-riddled dress Hennessy's daughter was wearing is buried out the back of the barkeep's house, in a locked chest.
>>57609479I never got into nightvale but I got gist of it. What happened to it?
>>57614439>>In the late 1800s, state lawmen finally tracked down vicious and renowned lawmanRenowned Outlaw*
>>57614443it becomes very samey after awhile. It has no stakes, and the format of the show prevents anything from happening in the moment. It's always the buildup, and then suddenly it's resolved and you're in the aftermath.
>Desolation Point? Yeah, I roomed with someone from there back in college.>He was always saying he was glad to get out of there, but at the same time he sounded like he always wanted to go back.>The weirdest thing was that he'd write letters to his folks back home, and they'd always get returned because of an invalid address, but he'd still receive a response a week later.
>Sometimes, during the darkest and most intense summer storms, towering, misshapen figures can be seen out in the desert, circling the town round and round as the storm rages ad lightning flashes.>On one of the high hills looking over the town, the owner of one of the old mines built a huge, rambling mansion for his family that was never completed, the mine and the man's fortune lost.>The old diner by the train station is still open, and is the only restaurant in town. They say though that the place it a hotbed of poltergeist activity, and that strange things go on there at night.>It's distressingly easy to get lost in the thick, gnarled forest on the side of Mount Deception. It's not uncommon for local hunters to find the remains of campsites there, long abandoned.>They say that the local kids teach each other how to play a very peculiar and rather risky game late at night with candles, mirrors and small, home-made ouija boards.
>Airline route planners ensure that no flight passes within 53 miles of Mount Deception, but you can still see contrails and jet lights in the sky at night in Desolation Point.>Joe's Saloon is run by a man named, unsurprisingly, Joe, who is old friends with Sarge. The bar is always full, even when nobody is in from out of town.
>>57615920>Even though the bar is always full, the only sound that comes out of it is the TV playing the same football game from '96 over and over again>Nobody talks in the bar, even if someone is from out of town or supposedly dead>The bar is a place of silent reflection and drinking>The last person who talked was ignored by the patrons, but stared down by Joe until he left. People say that it was what made Eddy walk down Old Route 8, but no one is sure
>>57616147>People say that it was what made Eddy walk down Old Route 8"Taking a walk down Old Route 8" or "Go take a walk on 8" has become something of an unpleasant turn of phrase around town that confuses out-of-towners.
>>57616222Also "Go hike the 8"
>>57613134Misery. If the name of the phantom town on the other side of Mt. Deception is Bliss, then the name of our town ought to be Misery.Misery, NevadaMisery, ArizonaMisery, New Mexico
>>57591980So, literally Fallout: New Vegas?
>>57616404Desolate can also mean miserable, anon.
>The weed that you can buy from the Billie the lost hippie is out of this world, literally
>>57616499True, but I thought that a shorter, one-word name might play off the twin town mentioned earlier. Desolation Point works just fine.
>>57616433Must be 18 to browse 4chan, kiddo.
>>57616222>Now not every tale of Route 8's a sad one boy, some can be bittersweet.>There were two lovers. Two starcrossed, wild-eyed, head-over heels kids.>But fate was holding a winnin' hand against 'em. Maybe he was the wrong class, maybe she was the wrong color, the details aren't important. They couldn't stay together.>So, in the dead of night, they got the old priest Jefferson to marry them on the very start of route 8. Right there, on the side of the road.>And then they both set off down it. Together.>to spend the rest of their lives in each other's company.>it's said on clear nights with no moon, some say they see a man and his bride, weaving through those wrecked cars on the side of the road, laughing together all the while.
>>57616571Sure, the scene is from Tremors, but the text description is very apt for FO:NV.
>>57608582Enjoy your healtcare and the literal murderhobos wandering around legally armed. I'm in Italy, live in the outskirts of a beautiful city older than christianity that is full of services and tourists, and literally have a natural reserve starting one house past mine. I don't even need to use the car to pass borders into Switzerland, Milan is one hour of train from here, I have three different airports all within one hour car trip.
>>57616775Yeah but you have to deal with Italians
>>57616775I don't have any homeless people in my area because they all die in the winter.
>>57616643>During the Depression, we got a lot of people stopping over. Said they were headed to California, said there was farm jobs there. They'd stay for a night and then drive off on Route 8.>but Route 8 only runs North to South.
>>57616747There's got to be a Burt here in town.
>>57613904The fuck are you on about? Michigan is a humid mess in the summer and colder than a witches tit in the winter. Not to mention except for a few places in the entire state the only thing to do for entertainment is get drunk and go to MiejerT. West Michigander
>>57611763I agree, but I still view urbanites as insect hive people because it's a fun way to look down on them silently.
>>57616643>>it's said on clear nights with no moon, some say they see a man and his bride, weaving through those wrecked cars on the side of the road, laughing together all the while.If you're lost on that endless road and should come upon those two, listen to their directions and you'll find yourself back in town. They won't steer you wrong.
>>57616979>Yeah, Burt lives in the trailer with the radio dish on top next to the garage, which doubles as his electronics shop. If it's electric, Burt can fix it, and it stays fixed. However, nobody knows where he gets his parts from, and some of them don't quite look like he picked them up from Radio Shack.
>There is a sand-choked baseball field on one side of town that, while abandoned mostof the time, supposedly, hosts a phantom ball game whenever a dust storm rolls through the area.>Every year on the night of August 8th, the whole town loses power between the hours of 9 pm and 5 am. Nothing particularly frightening happens during this time, but it happens every year.>It is said that Route 8 was the original road into town, but that the state was forced to build the new highway around it after motorists kept losing time and disappearing on the older road.>Few passenger lines stop at the train station anymore, but freighters pass through town fairly regularly. The freight they carry, though, is sometimes highly abnormal and dangerous.>It's claimed by some school kids that there is a colony of feral children that live in the closed buildings downtown. They're not supposed to be violent, but they are said to be secretive.
>The local clinic + pharmacy is always packed with patients on Tuesdays and Saturdays. On other days it is completely empty.>The clinic stopped ordering in antivenom for cottonmouth snakebites since the new doctor took over. When asked about it she said it was a waste of money since they don't live this far west. However, almost all the locals have seen a cottonmouth at least once. There are currently only 2 does of antidote left.
>Not sure when exactly but at some point in the seventies the Cowboy went up in old man Richter's yard >bought it from some casino who didn't want it no more from what I heard, then again I also heard he found it in a ravine on the slopes of Deception so I wouldn't know what to think, you'd be better off asking ol' Dale he knows >anyway there he stands peering over his fence, watching the road into town, grinning with a big wood rifle in his hands all lashed down with chains so he don't blow away>kids don't like the big guy much, says he makes em feel watched, explains the graffiti on his back in any case >looks Hebrew or some such to me>point I'm getting at is the Cowboy ain't nothing to worry about, hell I like 'im, feels like we gots us a guardian angel or some such, or at least something for tourists to get a picture with
The county I grew up in had 800 people ama
>>57618639What did you do to entertain yourself
>>57618639How big is the county?
>>57618639Did you have any particularly interesting local legends?
Used to work a utility job out in the Mojave, I'll post some pics for mood or inspiration
>>57618807Did it almost make you wish for Nuclear Winter?
>>57618837Almost, it definitely made me wish for some nuclear booze
>>57618662Everyone in the rural mid-late 1980s had a big satellite dish (the 6-foot-wide ones). Even the poorest trailer trash got one as soon as they could afford it. Everyone in our county bought theirs from a dealer in the neighboring county border town because word had spread that if you paid him a little extra, he would hook you up with unlimited channel access instead of one of the package deals that the company offered. He just gave everybody the code that he (the satellite dealer) got from the company to use in his promo showroom. The code changed every month, so you had to get the new one from him or your service would get cut. When I was about nine or ten, the company started switching how their signal worked, so suddenly the codes didn't work anymore. I remember my dad really hollering at the dealer because he didn't understand what was happening (it was years later that they were surprised to find out that I knew they were pirating it as a kid, as though it wasn't obvious). Anyway, after that happened, most people didn't want to pay for the limited packages, so for decades afterward, there were tons of big satellite dishes sitting rusting and harboring weeds in people's backyards.For entertainment I either went out and walked around in the rattlesnake-infested country by myself while my parents were both at work or walked the six miles into town and rode my bike around with my friends all day hustling tourists and stealing quarters from the fountain to play video games at the arcade barn. In the winter we walked around on a partially-frozen creek (pronounced "crick") daring each other to walk out onto the thin ice (nearest buildings were at least a mile away which meant a long run through freezing air in soaking wet clothes) and made bonfires using tractor tires soaked in gasoline.
>The railroad that used to pass by town is long gone. The rails were removed, but the grade remains. Yet on some nights the sound and lights of train rolling through town happen anyway. Everyone tells you to just ignore it. Otherwise, you might end up on that train. Forever.
>Jack is a man who always grins. If asked about his wide smile he'll tell you he was born with a disorder. If you ask any of the other residents all of them have different stories to tell how Jack got his permanent grin. Most of the stories are tame but none is the same as the other.>Bravery is a strangely colored dog with an elderly couple as its owner. It is surprisingly cowardly for such a name but if you ask Sarge he'll tell you the dog's name isn't to make fun of its easily scared nature but to praisr how despite that it dutifully keeps its owners safe. He won't talk in more detail about it.
>>57613904desu Michigan is the ideal human habitat If we could only get rid of the hicks and white trash assembly line workers it would be perfect.
>>57619121nice reference mate
>>57618715>How big is the county?>As of the 2010 census, the population was 783, making it the second-least populous county in the state.lol>Area is 1,153 sq mi (2,986 km2). Less than one-half of one percent of that is water. Average population density is 0.7/sq mi (0.3/km2).Sounds about right.>>57618781>Did you have any particularly interesting local legends?Typical exaggerated cowboy stuff about shootouts mostly. None of the urban legend stuff we saw on TV or other media really clicked because at the scale we lived at, none of it was really feasible. There was some weird stuff about trains, though. The town's main industry in the days before refrigeration was a meat-packing plant where all the ranchers in the area would drive their cows there to be slaughtered and then quickly sent out on trains as fast as they could be stuffed in to get them to market before they were too rotten to sell. Once refrigerated train cars became a thing, the plant closed and the town dried up. You can see how the population drops countywide. Anyway, there was some stuff I remember from being a kid about old train cars dragged out in the middle of the badlands, a few miles off from the railroad that ran through town. I don't know why anyone would want them so far from town.There were constantly trains running through town every couple of hours either hauling coal going east or empty and heading west. Day and night. You could hear them clearly from our place even with lots of tall hills and buttes in the way. I had a hard time sleeping when I lived in a town without a railroad after that.
>> Back in the '80s, a guy wandered into town and staggered into the bar. He looked beat to hell -- like he'd been dragged across the desert. He ordered a beer and then just sat there and muttered over and over, "The Ghost-riders in the sky is just another name for the wild hunt. The Ghost-riders in the sky is just another name for the wild hunt." After he finished his beer, he dropped dead. It turned out he was some kind of big-shot professor from California.
>>57619181If you had to make up a new old ghost story for your town, what would you choose?
>>57609832In his defence the only city he's ever seen is probably Omaha or some shit. He probably thinks they're all that bad.
>>57599729This shit reminds me of Kentucky route zero.
>>57591980We had an old high school in my town, which they shut down for no reason and built a new one. There were a lot of fucked up bits. There was a mascot statue that was a fucking creepy bronze ram with no eyes. In the back of the locker room was an opening - no door, but the place where the door should be - and on the other side is a room full of cages.I don't know if this was a small town thing, but everyone was always carrying knives, which I'm given to understand is not the norm for American high schools.
>>57619329Oh wait or uh, what's that podcast where everything's weird
>>57600417>four streets>just for down townThat's not a town, that's a proper city.
>The town Library is run by a man called JP. His father, also called JP, moved in in the late 50's and took over the Big Empty Building. They funded moving the public library out of the school(leaving the more school appropriate books with room for expansion) and updating it into the new Public Library. Now, of course, it's Desolation Point Library, Mining Museum, and Desert Oddities Expo. Run by JP, they have small exibits of old timey mining equipment, rusted out signs, and faded black and white photographs of "mysterious sightings" which all seem to clearly be staged. Tourists occasionaly pay the fifty cents to walk through the museum part, and leave with a Desolation Point bumper sticker.>The Big Empty Building started construction back in 1910. Everyone in town marveled at large number of workmen who showed up, seemingly out of the blue, and worked almost day and night to build it, including a rather large and deep foundation. A "Grand Opening Soon" banner was the last touch by the final workman who drove off in 1913. It stood stock empty until it was condemned by the town and sold to JP in 1955.>The town library has one particular claim to fame, a huge microfiche library of local papers from all around the area. JP said collecting newspapers was a hobby of his, as the news was always worth reading. This huge catalog of stored papers is very nearly complete, having every local papers from every local town for every day dating back to the late 1800's. As well as papers from town who don't seem to exist anymore. All of them are stored in the huge underground vaults under the Library. >The library, museum, and the underground microfiche area all take up maybe a third of the Big Empty Building. When asked what the extra space is used for, JP just nods and says "Well, it's coming along.">The Grand Opening Soon sign still hangs from the back side of the Big Empty Building, facing toward Mount Deception now.
>>57619181>>>57618715 (You)>>How big is the county?>>As of the 2010 census, the population was 783, making it the second-least populous county in the state.>lol>>Area is 1,153 sq mi (2,986 km2). Less than one-half of one percent of that is water. Average population density is 0.7/sq mi (0.3/km2).>Sounds about right.Jeez, you couldn't bloody swing a cat around that
>>57607107>>57607107Here's the second one, can't manage to figure out how to save from this site.https://www.flickr.com/photos/jmdspk/7245370734
>>57618662Not him but I also grew up in a smallish town and we loved arson. Had a buddy who loves lighting gasoline in his driveway, putting pipe bombs in the dirt, and paintball shit. Also built a great big tower to bungee jump off of. And he had a broken front tooth, not a coincidence.
>>57619046Reminds me of a story from my actual town. When they were building the railroad, the rail agency wanted the town to pay into it, but they didn't. So the rail folks ran the tracks a little to the side of the town. Well, the townsfolk put the buildings on rollers and moved them over to the tracks. The methodist church doesn't have a steeple, because it fell off during the move. But there's still no stop. In fact since then, the city has built a railway station and a big expensive underpass with taxpayer money, and there's still no stop. So now there's a train station where no train has ever stopped. Seems like it could be spooky if you didn't know the story.
>>57619131That's like 70% percent of our population
>>57619360Welcome to Nightvale
>>57619855I never said it would be easy.
>>57619285Probably the Ditch Man. The railroad through town ran along the ridge of a washout (imagine flat ground and then a sudden 15-foot drop straight down and then more flat ground, like a ravine with only one side) with a crick at the bottom. There was the concrete bridge that spanned the crick and divided the town proper from the trailer park on the other side of the tracks (you had to drive past the trailer park to get to our place). Obviously car and bike traffic (and pedestrian traffic in the summer when the tourists showed up and those weird health nuts with the visor hats and fanny packs walking in pairs and talking with weird accents) used the bridge, but there was another bridge underneath it that crossed the crick near the water, about three feet above the usual level of the crick (so maybe 10 or 12 feet below street level). The walls of the cliff down to the crick were pretty steep but there was a trail that was probably a deer trail long before the town was built that led straight down to where this tiny rickety metal bridge was. I wouldn't even really call it a bridge, it was mostly just some strips of metal that were sturdy enough for a kid to cross. I'm pretty sure none of the parents in town knew about it. If they did, they probably would have taken it down as a safety hazard, because you were risking it breaking every time you crossed it. But we used it all the time because we were always at the bottom of the ditch. I think it might have been a footbridge back in the day that was never maintained. Above the little bridge was a little cave outcropping where a boulder in the trailer park side of the cliff was partially exposed. It was really hard to see because of all the brush in the way and it was barely big enough for a teenager to fit inside but every once in a while you'd see a bunch of beer cans and empty cigarette packs stuck in the brush, and that's when you knew that the Ditch Man was in the cave and you went back the other way.
>>57620068I’m not going to lie, anon. That was a really boring story.
>>57616775Come on out to the US sometime if you get the chance. Murderhoboing is pretty well limited to the cities and those small towns are the most introspective places you'll ever visit, just because the surroundings are so much greater in scale than anything man ever made.
>>57616775Firearms are usually a few hundred dollars even on the cheap end, so actual hobos can't afford them.
>Desolation Point used to be called 'Dreamer's Creek' back in the 1800s and early 1900s, but the name changed after the settlers stopped heading west and the cattle ranchers stopped using the trains.>The train station is now a sprawling maze of broken cattle gates, rusted warehouses, and abandoned ticketing booths.
Don't ask about "the other town" and if you see a man with "Thistle" on his shirt, run.
>Sometimes, strange things wash down the old creek from off of Mount Deception. Bits of clothing and jewelry, odd hunks of burnt wood, messages in bottles and even strange artifacts carved in black stone.>When the mines were open and the town was booming, they built whole neighborhoods worth of houses in anticipation for all the folk who'd want to live in them. They never did, and they sit eerily empty now.>It's a fact that compasses don't point north around these parts. They point instead toward Mount Deception, which is how some people reckon it got its name and why the town at its bottom is so peculiar.>The kids around town say that a few decades ago, some highschoolers trapped some kind of monster inside an old tanker truck, and that you can still hear its howls of frustration out in the Kowalski Bros. junkyard.>The US Air Force still sends two fresh recruits each year to guard that little old airfield they have outside of town. They're usually nice enough fellas, and have no better idea what they're guarding than we do.>The Cactus Corners Motel out by that new interstate they built has too many corners, they say, if you look at it hard enough. Some kinda fancy "modern" architect built it back in the fifties. Called it his masterpiece.>The kids have this kind of "coming of age" trip that they take up the side of Mount Deception. They say that they have bonfires and camp out in some old cliff dwellings near the top, but no Indians ever lived here.
>>57613253It's really not very /x/ worthy. I work in a manufacturing environment, so if anyone is within 20ft of a machine all their mic picks up is>hideous screechingWhich sounds about the same as what you hear during scary radio scenes in cheap horror movies.God help you if they're next to another radio. Feedback is a bitch.
>>57625939>The town's Sheriff and Deputies often have to deal with the fact that their radios work far worse on the slopes of Mount Deception than they do anywhere else in town. Some Deputies have even reported hearing the voices of their colleagues giving anomalous reports or screaming over the radio when witnesses can confirm that they did no such thing.
>>57626142> An archived Sheriff's report from a previous incident on Mt Deception singles out Deputies Rodriguez and Stanfield for disciplinary action after flooding the radio channels with chatter.> Personnel records show that nobody named 'Rodriguez' has ever been on staff and 'Stanfield' is listed as deceased twelve years prior to the incident.
>>57619342It's a small town thing. A lot of Northern California kids did in small towns because you could literally run into rattlers.
>with all this empty space around, it was only a matter of time before some property developer comes along and snaps it up, dirt cheap>he's paying good money for it, but the locals still don't know he's loading it onto lorries and driving it out of town, but there's a lot of them, and the road he's buying up used to be 6 miles long, and now it's only 3 and a half.
>There's some remains of a small abandoned compound in the forest near Mount Deception.>Old timers say it was a religious commune that may have really been a cult.>The people from it were nice enough but always seemed just a bit off.>Official story from the Sheriff is that a fire killed most of them and the remaining members moved away>Never explained why the local deputies built a fence around it and chained all the doors of the buildings shut>>57614439>>57614465>Accounts differ on the true story of Bob Hennessy. >Folks from the east side of town say Hennessy was a notorious outlaw who had just settled down when the law caught up with him.>Folks from the west side of town say Hennessy was a lawman who was never quite right again after a trip to the forest near Mount Deception. Rumor is he's the one who gunned down his family before pulling the trigger on himself.>An old news article from the town library says Hennessy was a corrupt lawman who'd cover for the local gang. Him and his family were shot down after both the gang and the law got sick of him.>"Weepy" Dick is the town drunk and claims to be a distant relative of the Hennessys. If you buy him a drink, he'll give a riveting account of the "true story" of Bob Hennessy and his family. It's a real tearjerker. >If you buy him another drink, he'll tell you that Hennessy never had a daughter. The dress she was rumored to have been wearing while being tore up by bullets is real, but was actually worn by Bob himself on that fateful day.
>>57601714>An old man occupies the rocking chair outside the general store that's been around as long as anyone can remember. He is freindly enough and will tell stories, or talk about current events with anyone who will let him. Do not ask him where he's from, or where he goes. Sarge says "It's better not to ask questions you don't want the answers to.">every year on July 13 since '74 at 6 P.M. a man named Robert Smith drives into town. He gasses up his car, buys a coke and a newspaper from the general store, drives out on route 8 at 7:30, crashes two miles out, and dies.>If a bald man in all black holding a box with a five pointed star on it approaches you at the donut shop asking if you believe in time be careful how you answer. Do not sleep that night if you develop a fever, lock yourself inside avoiding all natural light, and do not answer the knock at the door.
>>57603168I smell a splatbook.
>>57627204>When someone is foolish enough to ask, the old man gives a cryptic answer about the sea, always ending with the sentence "The Flying Dutchman's on the reef." He keeps an empty rocking chair next to him, reserved for a friend named Ragtime Willie. It's wise not to sit in that chair.
>>57618975>sands shift to cover the road out to Denning>uncovering the old road out to... I don't remember where that one leads
>>57627858There are roads out there under the desert sand that no one remembers being built.
Bumping this shit
What system would be good for this?
>>57629794Unknown armies? I think there was a rpg made by /tg/ called "night shift" which might be a good fit too?
>>57625477.......you read my mind, anon
>>57630308Yeah ever since I went down that abandoned mineshaft on Mount Deception I've been able to do that.Kind of incovenient really, people's brains are noisy.
What objectives would there be for a party to do in such a place?
>>57626442>lorriesWe call them trucks (or semis) in the States.
>>57627204>every year on July 13 since '74 at 6 P.M. a man named Robert Smith drives into town. He gasses up his car, buys a coke and a newspaper from the general store, drives out on route 8 at 7:30, crashes two miles out, and dies.For some reason, this one struck me the hardest.
>>57631642Uncover the secrets of Mount Deception, whether they be paranormal or man-made; root through years of history to find a clue to their next destination; or just mingle with the locals to obtain some interesting objects or stories. Desolation Point isn't some pre-made adventure setting area, it's a small town with whatever mysteries you want to present. Every idea in this thread is simply a suggestion. You can use whatever you find interesting to create your own version of it.
>>57631642Someone went missing, info suggests that they went through Desolation Point or Bliss. Get them back.
>>57603566I think the religious family suicide story would actually be stronger without the last sentence.
>>57631660>Not Eighteen Wheelers
>>57631642>Discover what closed the mines and ruined the town's bright future.>Discover why the Native Americans thought the place ill-omened.>Help the locals overcome whatever curse has befallen their town.>Help the Sheriff hunt whatever took all those kids and get them back.>Discover the secrets of Mount Deception and why it was given its name.>Learn how to ward off whatever is shining those lights in the sky.>Make sure that whatever was trapped in the bank's vault never gets out.>Find your way out of the non-euclidean Cactus Corners Motel.>Out-drive the rusty muscle car and whatever is chasing it on Route 8.>Discover why the Air Force still keeps guard at a decrepit old air base.>Try to figure out where the general store gets it's strange off-brand products.>Learn what the future has in store from the ancient hippy in the hills.>Get the car repairs and get the HELL out of this damned town!
Urban Unease: Rural Midwest EditionI dig it
>One of things bored local kids do is sneak into the local old weirdo, Old Sherry's log cabin and shave her cats. Infuriates her to no end, many a kid has caught a BB in the behind trying to make their escape. It's a bit of a local tradition, all the kids grew up with their parents and grandparents telling them stories about how, as kids, they used to sneak into Old Sherry's cabin.> Government works claiming to be from the US Geological Survey are always coming into the town to collect samples. No one has ever seen these pale geologists in tailored suits lean down and touch the earth before. > On the subject of geology, a local amateur astronomer will tell anyone who will listen that the town is moving closer to Mt. Deception ever year. Based on the angle to the stars he watches, the town moves 20 ft closer on the 5th of February. The general consensus in the town is that is crazy and it only looks that way "because of rain precipitation".
>>57633134>Not Eighteen WheelersCorrect. Nobody calls them Eighteen Wheelers outside of songs because four syllables is twice as many syllables as two syllables, and four times as many syllables as one syllable.
>>57610253>>57610691>>57610966there's a hellmouth under the mountain, isn't there?
The town's preaching man is a nice enough sort. Has a face much accustomed to smiling and seldom without a kind word. He is a rock of reliability in these trying times.Claims to be a missionary of the Hermetic Orthodox Church here to bring the Good News to the lost. Claims that the HOC is a long established church whose earliest incarnations are lost in the depths of history. His holy scripture contains a few books not found in other Bibles, The Books of Hermes, Plato and Zarathustra for example, and lacks the Books of Revelations. Also a few other differences in the Old Testament.Receives letters from his superiors in the Council of Aksum every few months, sometimes send them a letter that presumably amounts to reminding them he still exists.Nobody outside Desolation or Bliss have ever heard of the HOC and attempts to contact or even the Aksum Council when not in the Deception Mountain area will fail. You can phone them up if you as the preacher their number but the overseas cost is extortionate and you probably don't speak Ethiopian.The people turn up to his services, he performs baptisms and weddings and funerals and the like. Even has the correct paperwork to be allowed to do so. Other than apparently belonging to a religious branch that doesn't exist he's remarkably normal.
>>57619034Funny thing was those that did pay for the TV packages never could find the stations they used to watch before. Some people also swore that they saw big news events, like the Boxing Day Tsunami in 2014 back in the 80s on their satellite TV. A few of them even remember a what they thought was a parody news show saying something about a massive solar flare...
>>57633766Hellmouth, ancient alien technology, current alien technology, secret military base, abandoned military base, slumbering god, bound demon, take your pick.
>>57633766At the very least, there seems to be something ancient and unpleasant.
>>57633964Right, whatever works best for the type of story you're trying to tell.
>>57633964can I say "all of the above"?
>>57591980this thread has a lot of beautiful imagery.
>>57603168I DMed a little one-shot Night Shift style and it became this concept a little bit.
>A small meteor shower hits the area, pelting the town with hunks and chunks of a strange celestial metal that seems to have mutagenic effects on those that touch it for extended lengths of time.>After playing in the desert, a child returns with a strange creature that they attempt to keep as a pet. While this creature doesn't seem to be dangerous, it is supernatural and mischievous.>While performing renovations on town hall, the construction workers uncover an old time capsule buried in happier times. Inside, a series of unnervingly prophetic writings are discovered.>There is one particular room on the third floor of the Sergeant Hotel that has been shut with many padlocks and chains. The young woman locked inside seems to be fine with it, however.>Every so often a sad, sweet song can be heard on the breeze as it rolls across the desert and over town. No one has ever found its source, although many have tried over the decades its been heard.
>>57634291>this thread has a lot of beautiful imagery.Move out here and you'll get to see it in real life
Anyone here like Borges?
>Indians never came anywhere near to Mount Deception, but the Conquistadors sure as hell did >some reckon they thought to get shelter from the screaming apaches stampeding across the desert, hiding where they wouldn't dare go>ain't uncommon for about once a year for some kid to pull up an old rusted helmet from the dirt, or some fool in the hills finding a cave full of skeletal horses, barrels and tin armour>never any human skeletons though>in the shadow the mountain you can find a few wind worn Adobe walls and a stone circle, all that's left of a hacienda and it's well>there might have been a settlement here before the mennonites came West and settled here, it might have been big, could be records somewhere about it, but noone has bothered to check, noone is keen to dig up the past in Desolation Point >but in summer storms, folks on the edge of town swear they hear the galloping of hooves, smell of thick old powdersmoke on the wind and far off spanish voices screaming and laughing, hard to tell which in the driving rain
>A man has been living in a telephone tower for several years and refuses to come down. People who touch the tower feel that a force has pushed them away.>People speak of a certain alley in town that isn't always there. Friends who have mentioned it and entered it never returned.>A rock jutting out of the ocean has the word "boing" written on it. The sailors consider it a blessed spot. Objects ricochet off the rock strangely if they hit it.>Rumor says that there is a hidden room in a tunnel. Witnesses have reported that they have heard screams, and witnesses a man performing unspeakable acts on a woman, but the room has never been found
>>57634217Go for it. Hell, there's a SCP story somewhere that's a lot like that, where teams keep getting sent into this facility in the middle of nowhere that's supposed to be like 2000 miles to the north.
>Back in the 70's a surprise rainstorm caused a small landslide on Mount Deception. A few weeks later, while surveying the damage, people saw on the bare rock uncovered by the slide strange and unusual carvings. These figures looked kind of like the Nazca lines, large, hollow shapes creating a silhouette of... something. Things, actually, with more legs, arms, and other apendages than any critter the townsfolk recognized. After a couple of weeks, the Police Chief declared it was just a prank by local kids, like giant graffiti, and that it would fade away in time. You can still see some of it from town a clear day, if you've got good binoculars.>Fish die in Desolation Point. None of the creeks or small lakes have any, though lizards, snakes, frogs are around. Fish in aquariums likewise die in just a few hours of entering the two proper. Pissed off the governer something fierce when the big aquarium upstate was getting a new exhibit delivered and they wound up diverted through Desolation Point after getting lost on the way to the Highway. Every breeding pair of almost 30 species turned up dead after the driver stoped to have lunch. >An old, old dusty machine sits at the back of the General Store. It's a button press, designed to take mussel and oyster shells and punch out blanks to be carved into mens and ladies buttons. Fella that owned it came to town in the 50's with it, said he'd heard of Prarie Oysters and thought they were an untapped goldmine for button making, just needed to know how to shuck 'em. He weren't real pleased with the anwer, left the machine behind when he left.
>>57613918I feel like the town will always be referred to in official records as being in [REDACTED] County, [REDACTED]
>>57635284>"You reached your destination after driving a long, long, long way away from anywhere.">"It's a hot place. A dry place. An old place. A place with a bright future gone dim and murky."
>>57635284I rather like the idea that it's always just referred to as "Desolation Point," and everyone present will know exactly what's being talked about.
Archived the thread for posterity's sake:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Weird+Little+Western+Town
>>57608662What's wrong with RC cola? I had some this morning.
>>57634762>There is some evidence that the Spaniards built the ruined structures high on the cliffs of Mt. Deception and that they had attempted to tunnel into the mountain, but what it is they were looking for or hoped to find inside remains unknown.>People want to get in, or something wants to get out.
>>57591980>>57633795The story starts off in illinois...https://youtu.be/QVHyY4SVNc0?t=4m24s
Alternatively, it moves around the country or the world, and wherever it goes, everybody who lives there and goes there acts like it's always been there.
>>57635891This is one of my greatest fears
>>57634421>one night the shower put a stone through old Mana Smith's roof and landed right by her foot>poor thing's been bedridden for years now and couldn't be rid of it>nobody really talks about Mana, but when someone walks past her house, they'll cross the street
>>57636152>Folks come from out of town to the Dusty Maid Hotel to make use of the conference room.>Often they park up in town and walk to the hotel, two or more at a time>Strange thing is, they all look the same; all tall, clean-shaven, wearing the same pinstripe suit and brown fedora>The only thing they've ever been known to say to the locals is "Good Morning", no matter the time of day, or night>Bizarre lights and shrieking come from the Dusty Maid whenever these gents have a conference>When asked, the hotel manager simply says "Just business" with a look in his eye that says no good will come of questions of the like>Once, Twitchy Harv claimed he saw one of 'em with their skin hanging loose, said there was something not human underneath>It's these folks what make the locals wary of outsiders
>The town advertises its world famous bottomless pit>Scientists, over the decades have sent research teams, to study this phenomenon, but research always is inconclusive and loses funding.>Fred Jenkins says he dropped a baseball down the hole and saw it fall from the sky and back into the hole 30 years later. No one believes the old coot.
>>57591980Stealing this for my civil war campaign!
>>57636473>you get all sorts of people looking to see the pit>short ones, tall ones, big ones, small ones>oddly more little girls wearing princess dresses than you'd expect>usually nice enough people, helpful, eager to give advice>especially about how wolves hunt in packs, arisen
>Outside of town is a a dirt path that leads into the forest.>A sign warns: Jackalope Sanctuary, No Trespassing.>Underneath the text is a simple depiction of person being impaled by a small, horned, rabbit.
Are there any ghost bikers yet? This feels like the kind of place to have ghost bikers.
>>57636339>Despite the Dusty maid hotel clearly existing, it is not one of the two hotels in town.
>There's an outhouse right at the edge of town, far from any other building.>The crescent moon on the door seems to change to match the current phase of the moon.>Nobody's used it in years, but it always smells like death.
>"There was that one time those Google people tried to dig in one'a them fiber optic cables here. They only tried once, though."
>During the Prohibition, there were two bootlegging gangs trying to control a neighboring town, maybe thirty miles away, as a pit stop for liquor trucks as they drove westward from Chicago.>They say the violence and fighting got so bad and spread so far that the Sheriff here in town called in an old friend from way out of town, no one knows where. Some say New York, others say Houston. Some say it was from a farm from a no name town like this one.>They say during the Great War he killed so many people that Death himself cast a favored eye upon him.>That neighboring town no longer exists and those that ask about it are angrily told to mind their own business. Mentioning that Sheriff's name is liable to get you punched in the face, even after all these years.
>Every night at 10pm a single coyote runs through the town, even if it's captured or killed the same one runs through every night>It moves like it's chasing something>Anyone trying to dig holes always finds random doll parts, always one per person and never consistent on the type of doll or part>Some say if you get the room at the room at the Cactus Corners Motel with the picture of a ship in it that the crew men like to talk to you>Dogs are always barking at night but never seen>If you are wearing a hat and the wind blows it off don't pick it up if you know what's good for you.
>>57634831IS THAT A MOTHA FUCKIN JOJO REFERENCE
>>57591980I grew up in a small CDA in California called Winchester. We where not as remote as Perfection, but still was 10 miles to the freeway, and 15 to the next city. shits spooky in it's own right without adding the paranormal to it.
>>57631686It's a pretty common concept in spooky stories.
>>57607107>>57619478I just found the picture file in the html
>there is an old abandoned ranger tower to the east >no one ever goes to it and no one seems to know anything about it>on days with heavy wind a man can be seen in it watching the town ad the mountain>anyone venturing to the tower just years endless static from a ham radio and no ladder or visible way to get up the tower>on a clear night you might hear voices on the radio speaking nonsense
>>57625939>>57613253Pretty much this. Military radios are pretty garbage, and they break easily, so if something went wrong with your distant end, their transmissions could sound like high-pitched screeching.Fuck feedback. Seriously. Telling somebody 'say again' for the twentieth time only for it to turn into gross reverb is bullshit.
>if you close your eyes and walk straight for exactly ten steps you end up outside of the Saloon.>if you hum on the national anthem you're certain to bump into Sarge the next time you go outside.>dogs rarely stay tame for long. They almost all run away into the desert.>if you leave canned food outside of your doorstep it will be empty by the morning and you'll have a note with a helpful message on it in its place. This only works once.
>Best place to eat in town is probably Graham's Place>Local kids will go there after school>Date nights>Hang out spot>Study area>Whatever>Lots of kids get their first job working tables there>Funny thing is that nobody ever talks to Graham. Those that work there always say he's in the back, but they don't see him either>He always knows what you like, even if you've never been there yourself>The waitresses just seat you down and a few minutes later bring over a drink and plate of good grub that was sat on the counter waiting for her>You only gotta pay tip, which the girls get to keep>Graham's a nice guy and the best damn cook we got in town
>If you find a not lying around in town only listen to it if it's signed Mark, if it's signed Mike than leave it where you found it.>The old cemetery by the church has a bad habit of attracting crows, the scarecrow out in there always seems to change position every 10 minutes are so and no one knows who does it not even the gravekeeper.>If you ever take pot shots at the crows make sure the scarecrow isn't in view.>There is an old RV parked outside the old train station, no one ever goes in or out but the lights are always on and sometimes shadows will wave at passerby's. >If you're ever short on funds go look at the old abandoned chicken coop by the farm, chickens have been long dead for decades but the eggs never stopped coming.
I need more threads like this in my life
>>57595339You just can't mess with Perfection.
>>57633718>The Wheeler clan goes back 18 generations in this town, yet they appear in none of the old town records.
>>57608582Fellow nebraskan here, this man is correct.
>>57606132The poker table almost always has one empty seat, and if you can muster a few loose coins for ante, you can join. You have to go all in for them to answer any questions though.
>>57619342Grew up in a procession of small towns.>There is the remains of a shopping mall.>Only two stores are left open>One is an ancient department store, where nobody ever buys things, but people routinely come to return them, with ambiguous receipt, of course.>The other is a music store, whose employees are baffled as to why they are still open, since they only get one customer per week.>The mall's owner filled the hallways with quarter operated children's rides, all based on a single cartoon character from the 50's. There are over a hundred of the things.Based on personal experience with the Frederick towne mall.
>>57642250>PAVEMENT ENDSYeah fuck everything about this place
>>57633663I'm now thinking about making a CYOA based off of Urban Unease and the posts from this thread.What categories should I use/rip off from Urban Unease? I'm thinking something like>type of house: motel room/shack/cabin in the woods/trailer/house/manor>home furnishings>neighbors>local stores>strange happenings>dangerous happeningsI'll probably take the numbers of how many things you can choose from Urban Unease unless someone thinks a different ratio is better.What are the posts that should definitely make it in?The info that everyone seems to agree on:>town is near a mountain called Mount Deception>there is a forest/woods near Mount Deception>identical twin town called Bliss on the other side of Mt. Deception>main town is called misery or desolation point, something opposite of bliss>there's a route 8 and an old route 8, both have spooky things happen>guy named Sarge runs the military surplus store and knows a lot about town
>>57642871>There's Old Route 8 and a new highway.>There's a 1950s motel and an older hotel.>There's a mostly unused train station.>There's a general store and a diner.>There are three closed mines.>The town's future was much brighter once.
>>57638047>There is a Dusty Maid hotel in Boston that appears exactly the same as the one in the town, except it has been deserted and dilapidated since the early 1930's...
>>57642920>>57642871>Locals all know to close their curtains between 4am and 4.30>"Open your damn curtains" is an insult considered on-par with "Kill yourself">If you open your curtains and lay eyes on it, it has marked you>It makes it's home near the summit of the mountain
>Mr. Hernandez moved here almost 30 years ago>No knows his first name, where he's from, or where lives.>Everyone describes his facial features differently.>He does odd jobs around town and carries a notebook wherever he goes.>he will sometimes suddenly stop whatever he's doing and start jotting down coordinates and equations in his notebook and observations in shorthand. >Cindy, who runs the Hotel/Bar on the state route claims that she bedded him once, years ago, and he said something about tracking a signal.
>>57642849>>57642250I like the idea of evolving this whole idea into a series of these kinds of "dead end" towns of weirdness as an idea/setting book for stuff like Unknown Armies, Dread, and the like: A rust-belt dead factory town, an appalachia-esque dead gold mine town, a Pennsylvania we-shoved-garbage-into-a-coal-mine-and-set-it-on-fire-and-now-our-town-is-hell town (read up on Centrallia, it's a hoot).Pavement Ends is a great fucking name for a book like that.
>>57644881>Pavement EndsI can dig it.Base it around the idea that the PCs are driving across the country, perhaps following a strange road atlas, seeking... something. Each town along the way is a kind of "dungeon" with NPCs to meet, quests to complete and mysteries to solve. Once all a town's secrets have been discovered and its threats mitigated, they receive another piece of the overall puzzle.
The old Spanish Fort isn't actually Spanish, it just looks like it. The language everything is written in appears to be totally gibberish but is actually Basque using the hebrew alphabet. Mostly the few written records, kept in the Desolation Library/Museum/Town Hall buildings cellar, are just stock books detailing the resupply and expenditure of supplies.The writing on the walls is mostly just graffiti typical of such places. See the Pompeii graffiti.Only thing of any real interest beyond the weirdness of the language itself is the commanders log book.The fort was abandoned when "The Union back home collapsed". No indication of what nation The Union refers to.
>Jim looks about 15, likes to spend his time by the school. He must be skipping all his classes though, because nobody has seen him enter. He's a nice enough guy though, plays with the other kids after school lets out. The thing you've gotta watch out for are his tall tales. One day he claims he saw two teachers kissing, the next he says he owns a spaceship. None of the locals believe him of course, he's been telling his far fetched yarns since the 80's.>There's a song every local knows the words to, but nobody bothers with the title. Instead, they just call it "the sad song", and when they do, they give a sad smile, remembering the lyrics. It's never played on the radio, and nobody will sing or perform it, claiming it would bring the mood down. But, even though you never heard it, you know the tune and words by heart before you leave town.
>>57642920>>57642871>The air Force did something/is still doing something>There are ruins on the mountain. Background unclear (we've had three or four series explanations so far. Maybe bode are true, maybe all are true)>Native Americans stay way the fuck away from the area>Recurring, mysterious strangersWe've had multiple different green texts about each of these, each a little different. Which I think is better, because it adds to the ambiance
>>57609832I know I'm late but the anger in this post is palpable.
sweet. this thread is still up.
>>57642250Is this all the buildings in the area?
>>57635536good work anon.
>>57617259Just be damn careful most you meet there will not give you good advice.
>>57649928They're just as lost as you are. The only ones that can steer you out are the ones that don't want to leave.
Thanks for the ideas, gentlemen. It's been a good thread.
>>57650916A good thread, a great thread.
>The liquor store Randy runs near the old train station is a few feet bigger on the inside than out. We noticed it couple years back when Randy hired us to do a remodel of stock room. There's about 5 square feet more inside than out. Run the same measuring tape n'everything. Randy doesn't mind much, says he's happy for the extra inventory space.
>>57637113HELLO NEIGHBOR STEVE!
>>57635284>>57635340>>57635366The names should always be printed like pic related. Each new mention of the town's name should use different letters underneat
>>57633695First one took me a second
>Something's wrong with Johnny. You know, guy that lives in the trailer a couple miles east a town. Always see him wearing a big 'ol coat, shivering like he's damn freezing to death, even in the summertime.
>Sometimes, a strange noise rolls across the desert, like a stone bouncing along the surface of a frozen lake.
>Now I ain't sayin' it happen often, but ever you come 'cross yerself wanderin' 'bout out there in the desert an' ye don't see hide nor hair a the place ye came, just stop and listen>Ye hear rattlers, yer out by Old 8 and gotta head south an' quick afore night sets in>Clicks an' whirs mean yer next to either the air strip or Sunrise. You'll be alright so long as ye don't go poking around when someone finds ya>That weird whooshing noise? Sound a bit like an airplane, but it come from under yer feet? That's Cactus Corners on the other side of the bluff, just turn 'round and you'll find ya way back>You don't hear nothin'? Siddown and make yerself at home, soon 'nuf heat stroke'll set in and Sherry'll find ya, give ya some water, and send you on your way>Always remember, close yer eyes, ten steps an' you'll be back at the Saloon>But never try that if ya hear coyotes>Ya hear them coyotes an' you better pray to whatever you know 'cuz that means ya got too close to Deception>We hear the coyotes too here in town. Always a damn shame if'n ya hear 'em>Always take yer hat off in respect fer those who were out in the sands when they howl
>>57637113>>57651750>“LOOK AT THIS PICTURE MY SPAWN DREW OF HIM AND CHILD TIMMY, YOUR SON. ARE THEY NOT THE PICTURE OF PACT-MATES? THIS COULD BE YOU AND ME, NEIGHBOR STEVE. PLEASE PUT THE GUN DOWN”
Great thread, folks! Thanks for all the great ideas!
>>57652304Aww, I want those two to become friends.
>the old army base has been abandoned by the army and turned into a scrapyard, but nobody's been able to find access to the rumored bunker underneath it>the waitresses at Betsy's Diner always seem to be there-- nobody ever sees them anywhere else around town>on clear nights, a fifth station can be picked up for a few hours between midnight and dawn, playing hauntingly beautiful music. recordings always end up garbled and almost completely undecipherable though>the drive-in theater's Horror Weekends that occur once a month play films nobody's ever heard of but usually depict some top tier acting and really realistic effects, despite seeming like older films based on the visual and audio quality
>>57653183>They say that a famous old Hollywood director that disappeared decades ago makes his home in town, living incognito. They say he has a safe full of his movies that no one's even heard of hidden in his house.