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Solar Eclipsefeghtrl

Firebend , once a peaceful and growing community was now partially reclaimed by nature. 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 occasional animal droppings that ruin it.

Neck Romancersfretrjy

The main road that led to and from Firebend was still somewhat discernible despite the many cracks and holes given to it by the elements. Fallen trees block some of the paths while others continue to grow, their branches no longer prevented from growing into houses.
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. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts.

Nightmare Gazerhtrthyj

Cleethorpes, once a peaceful and growing community was now a mere shadow of its former glory. The many sounds of wild animals who’ve made their home in this town are carried in the wind and give it a new sense of liveliness and vibrancy.
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.

Ends Thirstrhrgtegj

The once jam-packed roads that led to Cleethorpes was now a network of vines, grasses and roots that had taken hold of every bit they could get. Broken branches and leaves cover the roads inside the town while the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens sway in the wind.
Some doors were shut tightly, others were broken down. Some forcefully, others had simply collapsed under their own weight as the elements continued to eat away at them. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration.

Devils Shadowsgrhtrjt

Pella’s Wish , once a growing community of hundreds of families was now a forgotten remnant of a time long passed. Bird songs, animals rustling in the bushes and trees and the various animal sounds from stray pets and other wild animals had taken the place of the sounds of a bustling community.
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.

Demon Teethfgrhjy

The gentle road that led to Pella’s Wish was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. Fallen trees block some of the paths while others continue to grow, their branches no longer prevented from growing into houses.
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. 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.

Bloods Raidersfhergreg

Lakeshore , once a growing community of hundreds of families was now a mere shadow of its former glory. Silence had taken hold and would’ve been deafening were it not for the many animals that had made this place their home. Bird songs, rustling bushes and the occasional howl filled the air.
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 droppings that ruin it.

Corrupted Desirefgherer

The now quiet road that led to Lakeshore was barely discernible through the weeds and grasses that had reclaimed it. The occasional animal can be heard rustling in the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens or hiding in the wild 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. Broken cars and rusty pieces of metal littered some of the larger driveways, stripped from all but their most useless parts.

Tomb Lurkersrhtjtjyj

Rotherham, once a growing community of hundreds of families had all but faded away from history. 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 police station once offered those in need and danger the protection they needed, but all this station can offer now is a home to animals and a shelter from the rain. On the bright side at least the cells were empty.

Devils Birthfrtjrj

The once busy road that led to Rotherham was now a network of vines, grasses and roots that had taken hold of every bit they could get. The occasional animal can be heard rustling in the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens or hiding in the wild overgrown bushes.
Some doors had collapsed or were perhaps destroyed by looters or animals as time passed. Either way they left a welcoming entrance for animals. Paint crumbled off of the walls and were slowly replaced by vines that crawled their way towards the rooftops.