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Nether Castawayswsegiph

Gambar
  The now quiet road that led to Whaelrdrake was barely detectable beneath layers of dust, sand, shrubs and leaves. Broken branches and leaves cover the roads inside the town while the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens sway in the wind. Doors were boarded up tightly and some showed signs of painted symbols with meanings known only to those who put them there, but whoever put them there's long gone too. Clothing, home appliances and other belongings were left lost and broken outside some of the homes. They were of no use to anyone anymore. Whaelrdrake, once a major hub for new businesses and young families had become nothing more than a painful memory. The air which was once filled with the many sounds of a growing community had grown eerily quiet. The silence was only broken up by the occasional animal sound and gust of wind. The fountain in the town square was still full of water, though without filtration it had turn green and overgrown with algae and other plants. But at the v

Solar Eclipsevsajted

Gambar
  The now quiet road that led to Luton was unrecognizable as nature had begun reclaiming the now unused area. Random pieces of long forgotten possessions litter the roads and wild, overgrown gardens within this town. Most doors still stood sturdy in their frames. They were a little dirty, but if you only focused on the doors you'd expect people to come out as if nothing had changed. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration. Luton, once a growing town on the rise to a better future was but a hollow shell of its former self. An eerie silence had taken over and was only interrupted by the cracking of wood in the wind and the occasional bird who had made its home in one of the many collapsed roofs. The scents of fresh bread, various fruits and all sorts of other foods once filled the air of the market place. Now there's only the fresh air from the nearby forests to enjoy, as well as the occ

Bite Cravingafjpiuascf

Gambar
  The once busy road that led to Arkaley was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. Broken branches and leaves cover the roads inside the town while the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens sway in the wind. Most doors still stood sturdy in their frames. They were a little dirty, but if you only focused on the doors you'd expect people to come out as if nothing had changed. There were signs of fires, in some cases it was merely a trail of soot and smoke above a window pane, in others it was a pile of ash where once a building stood. Arkaley, once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk was now a forgotten remnant of a time long passed. The air which was once filled with the many sounds of a growing community had grown eerily quiet. The silence was only broken up by the occasional animal sound and gust of wind. The fountain in the town square was still full of water, though without filtration it had turn green

Devils Phalanxgrdesad

Gambar
  The road that led to and from Streatham was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. The wind gently sways the tall grasses in the abandoned gardens while wild bushes make their claim on every acre not taken by the grass. Most doors still stood in their frames as if nothing had changed. A few were ajar for one reason or another, perhaps left open in a hurry. Many walls and balconies had collapsed. Without proper maintenance and cleaning it was easy for rot and water to do their damage. Streatham, once a hub of modern housing and technological developments had all but faded away from history. The wind in the trees and the creaking of wood were the new dominant sounds in a once lively community rich in sounds of joy and simple pleasures. Noble men and women were once called upon from the fire station, ready to save whoever needed saving. Unfortunately this town couldn't be saved. Funnily enough it was mostly cats that had made this station their home. You couldn't

Annihilation Marksagqajr

Gambar
  The network of roads that led to Ferndochty was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state. Doors were broken, rotten and in most cases barely a door at all. Whether this was the work of looters, animals or the elements was unclear, but it didn't really matter. Many roofs had collapsed and in some cases had taken the entire building with it. Others looked in decent shape and were simply dirty and filled with bird nests. Ferndochty, once a hub of modern housing and technological developments was now a mere distant memory of better times. The wind in the trees and the creaking of wood were the new dominant sounds in a once lively community rich in sounds of joy and simple pleasures. The police station once offered those in need and danger the protection they needed, but all this station can offe

Deaths Hungersavshbws

Gambar
  What was once a busy roadway that led to Strongfair was slowly absorbed back into nature as grass, flowers and small shrubs reclaimed what they can as fast as they can. Random pieces of long forgotten possessions litter the roads and wild, overgrown gardens within this town. Some doorways seemed in relative decent condition while others were destroyed and were indistinguishable from other collapsed walls and piles of rubble. Broken roof tiles lay in the streets and gardens and crusty, dry paint faded from walls and fences. Strongfair, once rich with life, hopes, dreams and aspirations was now a mere shadow of its former glory. Silence had taken the place of the sound of playing children, talking neighbors and the sounds of a working community. The silence was deafening. The scents of fresh bread, various fruits and all sorts of other foods once filled the air of the market place. Now there's only the fresh air from the nearby forests to enjoy, as well as the occasional animal dro

Banished Fiendsvaghrh

Gambar
  The road that led to and from Garmsby was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. Gardens are bustling with insect life who've made their home in the now tall grasses and overgrown bushes. Remnants of packages and magazines still lay at some of the doorsteps, unopened and long forgotten. At least the animals got some use out of them. Many buildings stood precariously upright despite looking like they had no means to do so. It'd take just a slight nudge of a strong wind to tipple them all over. Garmsby, once a major hub for new businesses and young families had become a forgotten relic of the past. The creaking of wood and grinding of metal on metal were the only sounds in this town now. They were disturbing noises in a disturbing environment. The animals of this town always had the people of the animal shelter to count upon in times of need. It's perhaps for this reason that many had made this particular bui