Some close friends of the town, without whose help we may have lain hidden, lost beneath the cliffs quietly slaughtering and abusing our own....

 

   

     Mr H, whose idea it was to commit ourselves to be known via the  medium of the computer. For your recurring nightmares and ongoing uneasy feelings of discontent, you have only him to blame. Word has reached town elders that he may commit some tales of the town to written book form soon. Not to be trusted near sharp objects.

     

 

 

 

   Mr O, the fiendish accomplace of Mr H. Apparently an artist. Believed to be working on some fiendish artful disclosure of the town with the man of words above. Not to be trusted near livestock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    The shadowy company partially to blame for the whole upcoming printed episdode. They apparantly have a computer thing too.

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