Goodnight, sweetheart...pleasant dreams...
{As always, there is no warning when the sun fades from the sky and night comes. However, this time, there is a watery moon hanging deep over the palms, bathing the island in eerie, chilling light.
But unlike before, there are no frothing beasts thundering from the north to make meals among the residents. ...at least, not yet. However, there is a disturbing silence, broken only at very random intervals by the moaning of what could be merely the wind, but if heard closely, sounds very much like something else entirely. ...perhaps the crying of a tormented soul in pain?
The staff has vanished, leaving the shops strangely open. The General Manager has not made any announcements this time; indeed, the devices seem to be working sporadically, cutting out in the middle of delivering messages and voice conversations. Static is prominent; video function is impossible in the thickness of the island's dark aura.
The mists roil thick around the island. Where they part, the images (or are they?) of corpses, some horribly mutilated, others not, appear in different places. Some of these disturbing figures still retain their features, and a few might eerily remind the residents of someone familiar, a loved one, a companion, an enemy.
At several instances around the resort, the mists thicken, revealing quavery shapes that coalesce into other figures, some familiar, some not. They float about the island, apparently seeking for something, but never finding, never finding.
Off to the north, howls echo in the jungle, punctured by the occasional scream, abruptly cut off on a hideous gurgle. The dark waves crash against the beach; the ocean is a foreboding black void, hungry and dangerous.
The island is waking, ladies and gentlemen. And hell hasn't even begun.}
Welcome to Halloween in Acairnia, children. We hope you enjoy your stay and apologize for the food. Anyway, no monsters this time. Well, for the moment. Better stay on your toes.
It is night, and the communicators are only working some of the time. Video function is, of course, inoperable. The cabin doors will still lock, but that's only for your own protection. We still advise you to get inside and stay there.
However, there are a few creepies roaming around. The ghosts. They are mostly harmless, although there are a few that will turn violent and attack viciously if disturbed. Good look figuring out which. They will be prowling the island, looking for...well, that would be telling.
The corpses might be real, they might not. That's for the mods to decide. You're more than welcome to find one, they'll be littered everywhere. Mostly whole - having arms and legs scattered about is hardly productive, but most of them will wear faces familiar to the residents, so be prepared.
So, thus begins our new event. More to come the closer it gets to All Hallows Eve. Questions welcome here or via other communication avenues.
Enjoy.
But unlike before, there are no frothing beasts thundering from the north to make meals among the residents. ...at least, not yet. However, there is a disturbing silence, broken only at very random intervals by the moaning of what could be merely the wind, but if heard closely, sounds very much like something else entirely. ...perhaps the crying of a tormented soul in pain?
The staff has vanished, leaving the shops strangely open. The General Manager has not made any announcements this time; indeed, the devices seem to be working sporadically, cutting out in the middle of delivering messages and voice conversations. Static is prominent; video function is impossible in the thickness of the island's dark aura.
The mists roil thick around the island. Where they part, the images (or are they?) of corpses, some horribly mutilated, others not, appear in different places. Some of these disturbing figures still retain their features, and a few might eerily remind the residents of someone familiar, a loved one, a companion, an enemy.
At several instances around the resort, the mists thicken, revealing quavery shapes that coalesce into other figures, some familiar, some not. They float about the island, apparently seeking for something, but never finding, never finding.
Off to the north, howls echo in the jungle, punctured by the occasional scream, abruptly cut off on a hideous gurgle. The dark waves crash against the beach; the ocean is a foreboding black void, hungry and dangerous.
The island is waking, ladies and gentlemen. And hell hasn't even begun.}
Welcome to Halloween in Acairnia, children. We hope you enjoy your stay and apologize for the food. Anyway, no monsters this time. Well, for the moment. Better stay on your toes.
It is night, and the communicators are only working some of the time. Video function is, of course, inoperable. The cabin doors will still lock, but that's only for your own protection. We still advise you to get inside and stay there.
However, there are a few creepies roaming around. The ghosts. They are mostly harmless, although there are a few that will turn violent and attack viciously if disturbed. Good look figuring out which. They will be prowling the island, looking for...well, that would be telling.
The corpses might be real, they might not. That's for the mods to decide. You're more than welcome to find one, they'll be littered everywhere. Mostly whole - having arms and legs scattered about is hardly productive, but most of them will wear faces familiar to the residents, so be prepared.
So, thus begins our new event. More to come the closer it gets to All Hallows Eve. Questions welcome here or via other communication avenues.
Enjoy.