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Message: <blockquote data-quote="rich pett" data-source="post: 6784352" data-attributes="member: 46759">..and what the heck, let's have Festival out in the garish lantern-light too....INTRODUCTIONWhat’s your pleasure?Festival is a huge man-made island in the Lyme River, built around a squat grey hill. It is the place locals come to for pleasure, and boasts that every delight may be found here, whatever your joy might be. The dark and light of the soul are at their strongest here, simple laughter lies in earshot of unspeakable pleasures.Covering twelve score acres, it rises some two hundred feet through steep streets called the Skew, to the Great Fayre at the summit; itself eight acres of joy and amusement. The streets rise sharply between shambles of buildings built upon buildings, each bolted to the last, giving the place a spastic look and a constant feeling of imminent collapse. Timbers groan and creek, bolts occasionally explode, and the evidence of shoring up and repair are everywhere beneath the veneer of happiness. Whatever you define as pleasure is available here, from simple tumbling clowns to sinister dark places where nightmares are drawn out of madwomen and given breath for gratification. The Crimson Lantern is said to be the largest prostitution area in the world, with any vice available at the right price. The freaks here are not mere freaks of nature, they are abominations of unbiology, often things made to gratify, to serve, or to terrify.This is a place of hidden dark secrets. Vice and misery seethe just below the surface; dig even slightly and the maggots of corruption are there for you to see. Only beware, for here, many people share the same ancestry...</blockquote>

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