Worlebury-juxta-Mare

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"Worlebury-juxta-Mare is precisely like every other weekend destination: shabbier than advertised and bristling with ways to spend more money than intended."

Worlebury-juxta-Mare is a recreation of the British seaside in the High Wilderness.

The On Season!

Worlebury-juxta-Mare is Albion's premier tourist destination - a glittering little amusement park of a space-town, with many different shops, attractions and even a donkey ride! The only issue being the corrosive mist that surrounds the entire town and slowly dissolves everyone's clothes...

Except it's not the only issue at all- the shops sell trash and human eyeballs instead of jewellery or aren't even functional, the tea is made using, among other things, insects and dirt, and the donkeys are all carnivorous, possess horrific genetic deformities and constantly spew out large amounts of intestines.

Despite all of that, your usual visitor probably won't notice anything strange, and even if they do they will quickly convince themselves that everything is perfectly normal.

The Off Season...

The Off Season represents the true reality of the town and can be accesed throught multiple ways, such as fleshy, membranous tunnels. The true Worlebury-juxta-Mare is extremely dilapited and covered in filth, but neither that or the resort's poor workers are visible for an average visitor, hidden by the same power that doesn't want people to notice it's general weirdness.

There are two main groups with deep knowledge of the town's inner workings. The first one is The Bureau of Entertainments, led by The Toymaker, who run the resort and want to limit the town's weirdness. Their opposition is the cult of They Who Must Grieve, a being that's responsible for the area's weirdness. The cult, led by The Bedraggled Parson, reveres that entity as a god, and in return the mists change their bodies in disturbing ways- such as turning all of their hair into cilia.

In The Depths

They Who Must Grieve is actually an enormous Scorn-Fluke, whose body is severely diseased and covered in cancerous tumors. They are filled with an enormous amount of anguish and self loathing, to the point that the air around them is twisted, creating the corrosive mists around the area and most likely being the source of the town's oddities.