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.
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!
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.
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.