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Dishonored Rejectsmsgder

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  The main road that led to and from Pitmerden was barely detectable beneath layers of dust, sand, shrubs and leaves. Gardens grew beyond their artificial borders and began claiming parts of the streets and houses. Many doorways still stood tall and in some cases it was one of the few things left of a home. But most doors were completely gone and only remnants of rotten wood were left behind. 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. Pitmerden, once a hub of modern housing and technological developments was now but an eerie shell of its former self. Were it not for the occasional bird call the only sounds in this town was that of the wind. The sounds of market vendors, playing families and a loving community were no more. The lighthouse was once a beacon in multiple senses of the word. The once bright light on the outskirts of town was now merely a broken pillar and t
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Black Knightsmwqghf

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  The once busy road that led to Beachmarsh 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 were either completely gone or mere remnants of rotten wood and rusty metal. The open doorways looked eerie as only darkness showed within. Paint crumbled off of the walls and were slowly replaced by vines that crawled their way towards the rooftops. Beachmarsh, once a growing community of hundreds of families had become a forgotten relic of the past. 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. Collapsed wooden walkways and a few sunken boats littered the relatively small docks. Some of the sunken boats had bird nests in them, but most were simply covered in shells and slowly reclaimed by nature. The more time would pass the
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Phantom Cravingmfvreh

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  The now quiet road that led to Braedon was unrecognizable as nature had begun reclaiming the now unused area. Gardens are bustling with insect life who've made their home in the now tall grasses and overgrown bushes. 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. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts. Braedon, once a major festival town and home to an amazing night lift was now partially reclaimed by nature. The sounds of insects, winds and creaking wood of trees which were once drowned out by the sounds of cars and people had returned as the dominant sounds once more. The train station had collapsed and the tracks were covered in shrubs and fallen branches. Nobody was waiting for the next train anymore, no longer eagerly going to the next destination or waiting for those coming home. Despite
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Grave Armymbnwq

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 What was once a wide avenue that led to Langdale was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. The crisp and clean looking town now looked more like a jungle as trees and gardens grew beyond their now unkempt boundaries. Many doorways still stood tall and in some cases it was one of the few things left of a home. But most doors were completely gone and only remnants of rotten wood were left behind. 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. Langdale, once a hub of modern housing and technological developments was now a mere distant memory of better times. Silence had taken the place of the sound of playing children, talking neighbors and the sounds of a working community. The silence was deafening. Noble men and women were once called upon from the fire station, ready to save whoever needed saving. Un
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Night Seekersvsahewkyt

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 The once smooth network of roads that let to Holden was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. 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. Many doors had collapsed as rot ate away their edges. The open doorways that were once perhaps very welcoming were now an eerie and unwelcoming sight. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts. Holden, once home to thousands of families and counting was now a mere distant memory of better times. Were it not for the occasional bird call the only sounds in this town was that of the wind. The sounds of market vendors, playing families and a loving community were no more. In a strange sense of irony it was the library that was full of sounds now. Scattered pages of books, scratched wood and broken computers had become the home and playground of a huge community of cats.
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Tortured Raidersmafefg

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  The gentle road that led to Openshaw was now a network of vines, grasses and roots that had taken hold of every bit they could get. 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. 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. 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. Openshaw, once a growing town on the rise to a better future had been forsaken and left to rot alone. The sounds of insects, winds and creaking wood of trees which were once drowned out by the sounds of cars and people had returned as the dominant sounds once more. The once tranquil peace of mind people found in the park was now found by cats enjoying the sunshine and tall grasses. With not
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Immortal Rejectsagjrtfd

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  The now quiet road that led to Wolfwater was unrecognizable as nature had begun reclaiming the now unused area. Broken branches and leaves cover the roads inside the town while the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens sway in the wind. Many doorways still stood tall and in some cases it was one of the few things left of a home. But most doors were completely gone and only remnants of rotten wood were left behind. Window panes hung perilously from their hinges and here and there drapes had been flung out by the wind. Wolfwater, once a hub of modern housing and technological developments was now a mere distant memory of better times. The many voices of a once bustling community were replaced with the many voices of wild animals and stray pets that had made this town their new home. The main hotel has had a few esteemed guests over the years, but it was now decrepit and starting to collapse bit by bit. A few animals still dare to wander here, but most wisely stay away from the fragile wa
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