I Roleplay Way Too Much

                                                        You’ve got no place to hide.                                    And I’m feeling like a { v i l l a i n }, got a hunger inside.                                         One look in my eyes, and you’re running ‘cause                                                   I’m coming, gonna eat you { a l i v e }.

     Crystal Cove  — The Safest Town in Maine. That’s what the old rotting sign      says on the side of the only road into town. You smile and think ‘How Nice’.      The lingering scent of saltwater greets your senses like an old friend. The      white picket fences and friendly-looking old ladies draw you in with a sense      of mundanity. A sense of security traps you in its deceitful grasps. Just when      you’re certain there could never be a more ordinary town than Crystal Cove,      it begins.

     The branches outside your bedroom windows scrape together, singing a dark      and twisted hymn. The wind howls in reply, whistling through the threadbare      trees. It’s trying to whisper something to you, a sinister secret; a terrible truth,      but you’re too afraid to listen. Seemingly eternal winters consume you as you      frantically build a fire that’s never quite warm enough. Walking the beach in the      heat of summer your thoughts wander to the scattering of desolate islands along      the coast. Are they just as haunted as the surrounding forests: where people      disappear and glowing eyes track your every move?

      Often you mourn the loss of your own naivety. You long for the nights when you       didn’t feel the shivers down your spine, as you forced your eyes to stay closed       despite the chilling breath of a nightmare hovering above you, believing you to       be asleep. Yes, it would be nice to forget it all, but once you’ve met the monsters       in your closet, there is no more pretending that the world outside is any different.  

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                                                        You’ve got no place to hide.                                    And I’m feeling like a { v i l l a i n }, got a hunger inside.                                         One look in my eyes, and you’re running ‘cause                                                   I’m coming, gonna eat you { a l i v e }.

     Crystal Cove  — The Safest Town in Maine. That’s what the old rotting sign      says on the side of the only road into town. You smile and think ‘How Nice’.      The lingering scent of saltwater greets your senses like an old friend. The      white picket fences and friendly-looking old ladies draw you in with a sense      of mundanity. A sense of security traps you in its deceitful grasps. Just when      you’re certain there could never be a more ordinary town than Crystal Cove,      it begins.

     The branches outside your bedroom windows scrape together, singing a dark      and twisted hymn. The wind howls in reply, whistling through the threadbare      trees. It’s trying to whisper something to you, a sinister secret; a terrible truth,      but you’re too afraid to listen. Seemingly eternal winters consume you as you      frantically build a fire that’s never quite warm enough. Walking the beach in the      heat of summer your thoughts wander to the scattering of desolate islands along      the coast. Are they just as haunted as the surrounding forests: where people      disappear and glowing eyes track your every move?

      Often you mourn the loss of your own naivety. You long for the nights when you       didn’t feel the shivers down your spine, as you forced your eyes to stay closed       despite the chilling breath of a nightmare hovering above you, believing you to       be asleep. Yes, it would be nice to forget it all, but once you’ve met the monsters       in your closet, there is no more pretending that the world outside is any different.  

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                                                        You’ve got no place to hide.                                    And I’m feeling like a { v i l l a i n }, got a hunger inside.                                         One look in my eyes, and you’re running ‘cause                                                   I’m coming, gonna eat you { a l i v e }.

     Crystal Cove  — The Safest Town in Maine. That’s what the old rotting sign      says on the side of the only road into town. You smile and think ‘How Nice’.      The lingering scent of saltwater greets your senses like an old friend. The      white picket fences and friendly-looking old ladies draw you in with a sense      of mundanity. A sense of security traps you in its deceitful grasps. Just when      you’re certain there could never be a more ordinary town than Crystal Cove,      it begins.

     The branches outside your bedroom windows scrape together, singing a dark      and twisted hymn. The wind howls in reply, whistling through the threadbare      trees. It’s trying to whisper something to you, a sinister secret; a terrible truth,      but you’re too afraid to listen. Seemingly eternal winters consume you as you      frantically build a fire that’s never quite warm enough. Walking the beach in the      heat of summer your thoughts wander to the scattering of desolate islands along      the coast. Are they just as haunted as the surrounding forests: where people      disappear and glowing eyes track your every move?

      Often you mourn the loss of your own naivety. You long for the nights when you       didn’t feel the shivers down your spine, as you forced your eyes to stay closed       despite the chilling breath of a nightmare hovering above you, believing you to       be asleep. Yes, it would be nice to forget it all, but once you’ve met the monsters       in your closet, there is no more pretending that the world outside is any different.  

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