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[menarebrave]

[ As if Bruce Wayne ever makes a video appearance anymore. It's more convenient to send out a general message and see who responds. As well as the fact that he's usually making these posts during meetings at Wechester Enterprises. ]

I think it's best if we centralize what information we know about this location. Driftcrest seems to be be more hostile than the last two locations I've been in with this "dimension." I'll share what I've learned so far.

Update me or correct me where I'm wrong. I'll update this as needed.

- Everything shuts down after 7:00 PM. No one is allowed outside. Guards are posted.
- Ice sculptures of people who have seemingly passed. There's a memorial plaque.
- Driftcrest might of been a fort at one point?
- Something is out at night. Hunting? Watching? I've only heard rumors.

Comments

[menarebrave]

Noted. Were you out past curfew?

Invisible monsters. This place never makes it easy, does it?

[hibana_incursa]

By accident.

[ Sure, Gwen. 'By Accident'. ]

I'd argue that and point out Wechester and Beachville were okay? But my boyfriend was a friggin' garden gnome for a couple months and reappeared with injuries from being hit by a train. That's pretty rough.

Anyway. About the monsters; I've heard the locals call them The Unseen.

[menarebrave]

Lost track of time at the arcade?

[ He's not judging! Just curious. Are you a trouble maker, Gwen? ]

...How do you go from a garden gnome to being hit by a train?

The Unseen is a fitting name.

[hibana_incursa]

[ Yes, but that's not the point, Mr Wayne. ]

IDK. How do we go from quiet beach town to bustling big city overnight? Or from Big City to Ski Resort?

It is. I hate it.

[menarebrave]

Somedays I wonder how we learned that aliens were real. Seems like I've misunderstood reality for some time.

You don't like what you can't see?