The town of DiSVille had been lying in ruin since that fateful day the werewolves took it over. @lastdino had crawled back into the shadows and had not been seen again. Eventually the snow thawed and nature reclaimed the once prosperous berg for its own. A thick forest of ivy and weeds had taken root and now the only visitors were the kids from the neighbouring villages egged on by a dare or when they were looking for a quiet place to listen to their Radiohead albums.
That was the case until little Justin Casablancas Jr. pushed his way through the thicket one December morn clutching his new Slowdive album, yearning to hear that first dreamy clang of guitar. What he heard instead of that sweet, sweet shoegaze, was the sound of industry. Saw toothes snarled through wooden logs, hammers clunked against nails. Justin crept closer and soon realised the town was once more full of life. Gone were the weeds and the detritus, where bones of ex-villagers had been strewn on the ground, there now stood a Greggs. He may have been the only outsider to witness it, but he felt like this was the start of something special in olâ DiSville.
J.C. Jr. was indeed the only outsider to get so close to the village as his appearance had spooked the new villagers. You see, Justin was an unfortunately hirsuite child, and having been spotted, the villagers stopped what theyâd been doing and instead began building a high boundary wall, in the hopes of keeping out the dreaded Canis Lupis curse. Had they acted in time or does the furry menace already walk among them? Only time will tell.
As for the villagers from the surrounding towns? Well, good olâ Justin was known for his loud mouth and for once he wasnât talking about his famous father, so the outsiders gathered round to hear what he had to sayâŠ
âOI LADS! GET A LOAD OF THIS DAHN YER LUG 'OLES, YEAH? THE TOON IS REET FULL OF BAIRNS AGAIN! THATâS PROPER BO! WE SHOULD ALL TALK ABOUT THEM TO OUR HEARTâS CONTENT BUT ONLY WHEN WEâRE IN OUR OWN TOWN, YEAH? AND 'ERE, I FINK ITâD BE AWFUL CORKING OF US IF WE USED SPOILERS WHEN WEâVE GOT BARE SUSPICIONS. TRUE SAY.â
He was an odd boy. But the onlookers agreed, it was probably best to leave the DiSVille thread to the players (apart from a jovial quip here and there) but if there was anything they wanted to say that might influence the actions of the DiSvillians, then it made sense to do it quietly, in spoilers, in their own onlooker thread.
That being agreed, everyone ran to the fences and started boring little spyholes in the wood to get a good glimpse of the action.
As it was the first day of the townâs new life, the new villagers were just about to settle in and make acquaintances with their new friends and neighbours, maybe learn a bit more about each other. But after that, they would celebrate with the opportunity to banish one of their number.
Appreciation can make a day, even change a life. Your willingness to put it into words is all that is necessary. â Margaret Cousins
Outlook good
