There is something about small towns. It isn’t because they are filled with small local bars where everyone knows who you are or the diner that the police chief has breakfast every morning. Something else is there, between the beats, something indescribable, ineffable, but entirely understood. People who live there want to escape, and people from the city life want to visit and embrace. Fulton Cove, Oregon is one of those small town, nestled between two massive rock formations: Beacon Rock and Ocean Forge. On the north and south side they mark the beginning and the ending of the small idyllic town. Old as the town it marks and protects, the lighthouse strikes a picture perfect look atop Ocean Forge.
The rock itself is an impressive and impossible marvel, jutting directly out of the sea in shallow water connected by a small causeway of sand that appears and disappears with the tide. The tower is connected by a glass lined hallway that looks out into the pale Pacific and toward shore. Beneath the hall connecting those two halves is a scar in the rock. Waves bash against the black stone and strikes the split and sprays into the air like a devil’s punch bowl or a whale gasping for a bold rush of air.
You’ve come out for something. Only you can really know why you’ve come, into the middle of no where coastal Oregon, south of Tillamook, but north of Rockaway. A secret amongst the secrets as it were, Oregon’s best hidden sea side retreat. The small town has something for you, with the pristine gold beach, douglas fir planked boardwalk, and the single row of small mom and pop business that have been in the family for generations. Why did you come here?
Perhaps it was the cold crisp air, or the towering pines surrounding the higher elevations to the east of the city. A single switch back road climbs up into the Tillamook State Forest and disappears into toward Highway 101 and the rest of civilization. What ever brings them there, a vacation, traveling, whom ever the person it has a particular song that the city and surroundings sing.
Fulton Cove is stuck in time long lost a relic of the atomic age and post modern design and curving stucco covered corners. It is a constantly repeating echo of a better time. What do you have to remember?
The outside world almost foreign and alien. Mobile phones don’t work, wifi is relegated to the expensive satellite set up at the local library, built by the town’s founder Alexander Fulton. The public schools are nestled up into the hillside under the shadow of Beacon Point, the best view of Fulton Cove.
You wanted to run away from something, or run toward something, but something brought you here, to Fulton Cove hidden amongst the douglas firs and the sea.
This is a single player game.
It will be Slip Stream genre. (This is generally lumped into New Weird, but usually follows under the condition that the world is the same as our excluding one fantasy or science fiction element that drastically changes how the world operates.)
Your character must and should have real life issues of some sort.
You character will interact with a cavalcade of NPCs that I will control. You will have the ability to control them in a limited capacity such as blocking, minor dialogue, and other things in a limited scope.
The lighthouse and the crack on Ocean Forge are important and alluring. Whales come by seasonally. This story will take place during the whale migration.
The player character does have the opportunity to make more than one character if they so choose, so they can drive the story from multiple POV’s.
Hosted and narrated by:
Ryan Moore (ryanvstheworld)
Started 08/03/16.
Scenes played: 7
License: Community License
18+
