Not all Masks of Teeth are made from actual teeth, thats a common misconception, though the best ones are. It takes actual teeth to get the most out of ones own self made Mask of Teeth. To unlock all of it’s potential. In fact the best teeth to use for ones mask are lost and missing teeth. Wether they have been pulled or the teeth have fallen out.
In addition to the elaborate mundane masks that the people of the city spend months in advance crafting for this very special day. There are also many magical masks that make themselves known primarily on The Day of Masks.
Eventually every neighborhood had their very own Day of Masks. They celebrated with elaborate parades and ghastly looking parade floats. These things were originally designed to be menacing, bright and colorful, but in an off-putting and gaudy kind of way. The messed up idea being, that the newcomers to the neighborhood would see them and get scared. Childish I know, but you should see these things!
A day in Distinct Poplar where people wear a mask all day. Everyone does; adults who go to work, kids in school, even people on TV! There are even special masks that only appear on this strange holiday, and some say they posses magical powers.
If you need to get somewhere in The City That Forgot To Stay Clean, you may not want to take public transit. I think this goes without saying, don't you? As all one needs for their proof is to look up at the scary-crazy-confusing railway system high above our heads. Well, that is, on a good pollution day. Because lets face it, if there were a fifty point scale for pollution in Distinct Poplar. Today we be at one hundred and eleven.
In Distinct Poplar, the parking meters are all part bubble gumball machines. This was a plan by the city commission for parking, and the hopeful answer to Distinct Poplar’s extreme lack of quality parking.
There lived a fairy that delivered them days of the week. How she did this or why is irrelevant, the logistics are not important. What is important is that she did in fact exist...or that she didn't. Nobody knows for sure, but people who live in this city are fairly certain. Certain that she did or that she didn't, it really depends on who you talk to.
Buggskugg is a teenage kid with no family and no friends to speak of. He lives in a dumpster outside of the neighborhood grocery store and eats bugs to keep bullies at bay. When bad things start happening around the neighborhood, Buggksugg is the first to be blamed forcing him to retreat to the sewers which sparks a life changing adventure.
So my family once rented this place up in Pars Piece, where the windows were always closed and the blinds were always drawn. Where the walls were like soft wood that buckled and bent. Where the floors were checkered and dizzying to look upon. Where the knick-knacks and the furniture moved ever so slightly when not paying attention.
Towering above him, an image struck in bronze and overcome with streaks and splotches of patina like the stripes of a tiger, was Almer himself. Known to his progeny as a great explorer, a defender, a visionary. Thats how they thought of him here, in this tiny neighborhood in this backwards city that forgot to stay clean. Here, in Disitinct Poplar, Nelbin knew that nobody cared about Almer, everywhere else. But where Nelbin came from, Almer was looked upon quite differently.
This modern fairytale tells the story of a city neighborhood called Almer’s Way and the strange sickness that has claimed half of it’s residents. Arriving in the form of a noxious cloud that envelopes the neighborhood, the people of Almer’s Way find themselves cut off from the rest of the city—with no way out. The only solution to these events seems to be a mute vagabond and the boy who heralds his unique story. They call him, That Homeless and his role to play starts with a haunted house, a monster, and a strange curse. Find out what happens in this short story of dark storybook fantasy and the magical modern marvel that is the city of Distinct Poplar.
This is what happens on Iestyn street, when no one else is around. Not Iestyn avenue, or Iestyn circle, not Iestyn drive or Iestyn parkway. Iestyn street, I-E S-T Y-N ST-R-eet. In olde foote town, across from the warehouse, where apples are drawn and delivered and peeled by strange mechanical devices. By the thousands each day, thats the place where they can make a city’s worth of sweet, warm applecrisp. Where tall chimney stacks thrust upwards, and trails of thick white smoke lazily ﬁlls the sky. Thats why Iestyn street smells of old gym socks and wholesome baked cinnamon. Why the men who live there grow long black mustaches, and the women have cold feet.
Some people say you can hear stuff comin’ out of the pipes. It happens in older apartment buildings, and it’s not an issue with the plumbing (that is it’s own separate problem). Apartment dwellers swear by it, but lets face facts, apartment dwellers swear by a lot of things. Sinking floors, shifting walls, lights that turn themselves off, and crawl spaces that seemingly go nowhere.
This block has been safely baited (where needed) as of this date, by order of the city council planning commission, and it’s associated sub committees with the purview of pest control and semi-intelligent , medium-sized, long tailed rodents.
Doolgeeze are the size of your fist and covered in dark fur. They have a bulbous body with six legs; the bottom four ended in paws and the front two are curved upward and extended in small hands. The head is extended out with an elongated snout which is pointed at the end. Inside it’s mouth is a barbed tongue between two rows of teeth.
In this disgusting short story of modern storybook horror; a teenager relates the terrifyingly odd events transpiring in their filthy apartment building. One neighbor in particular has taken a seemingly sinister interest in them, and the unrest suffered from a growing tumor in the teenager's back. Is the creepy neighbor the cause or the cure to this mutation, and will the the main character survive to find out whats befallen them? Find out what happens in this unsettling tall tale set in a fairy tale city with a truly dark and sinister edge.
An annual holiday play tells the story of the city’s unique and quizzical name, Distinct Poplar. 12 angry councilmen, a dancing king with finger-guns, and a lone woman with a very large book are the characters for this in-story stage production. Unfurl the backdrops, pull the demolishers out of the mothballs, and get the understudies ready for impromptu injuries. It’s time to find out; How The City Was Named!