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G'morning. How y'all doing?

You know, there's this RPG called Blade in the Dark, it's a pen and paper RPG, very Dishonored-inspired. But what interested me (in terms of Don't Starve) was that there was this whole mechanic for ghosts, why they're a danger and why they're existence is very regulated by a government agency commissioned to bust them should they appear.

So, my thoughts are, what if the Shadows are treated similarly in the Terryble Tales AU? A whole government mandated agency made to carefully tread the murky waters of insanity and help the afflicted (who are effectively dark witches and wizards themselves at that point).

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A man carefully dressed in heavy anti-magic garments and warding sigils with a glass visor over his face slowly waddles into the condemned building housing a single Mrs Roubark, now less known for her pies and more for harbouring dark Shadows. He couldn't see Them, but They can see him very well, invisible winds of power blows against his attire, the paper sigils fluttering around him. The deeper he went into the apartment, the more warped it became. Deep dark black veins took hold of reality itself, grasping hard like wicked, gnarled hands clinging on for the Light of the material world.

The ceiling loomed over him like vigils, the realspace that dotted the black covers of the dark world looked like beady eyes, hawks looking down with mild interest at this funny looking man. What felt like a very long walk down the hall and into the gaping mouth of hell itself, was Mrs Roubark in a black dress darker than any abyss, a pure white apron with crimson red flowery embroidery sewn into the whole attire. She looked like an evil vase the size of a man.

Ahead of them was a massive oven that looked like it grew up in a terrible home and is hogging all the space in the kitchen. The back wall was covered in soot, the wallpaper torn and burnt at the edges if not scrapped right off when the oven grew. All the other kitchen fixtures were pushed out of the way for this awful ironwork beast. It breathed a ghastly white fire.

 

You get the idea.

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