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Blackwater doesn't show up on most maps anymore, and GPS tends to get a little confused at times... but the road there is still open, if 'ya know where to look. Folks tend to say the town's been there forever, tucked deep in the Appalachian hills like it grew outta the mountain itself.
Strangers come through every so often, though not many leave the same way they arrived. Most...? They don't leave at all.
Blackwater Run is a newly established Appalachian-based 21+ discord roleplay focused on character-driven storytelling. The setting immerses characters in an old coal mining town deep in the mountains of West Virginia, where things don't exactly work the way they do everywhere else.
The Land's got too big of an opinion, if 'ya ask me...
Strangers come through every so often, though not many leave the same way they arrived. Most...? They don't leave at all.
Blackwater Run is a newly established Appalachian-based 21+ discord roleplay focused on character-driven storytelling. The setting immerses characters in an old coal mining town deep in the mountains of West Virginia, where things don't exactly work the way they do everywhere else.
The Land's got too big of an opinion, if 'ya ask me...
Last Boop: 51 days ago
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The year is 1996 in a quiet plane named Hargroveโan isolated, rural town in northeast Oklahomaโknown best for its ability to disappear from the world and from history, not excluding its own citizens. The world spins and, so too, does Hargrove . . . but beneath the finality of the world and government, all have conclusively decided it was best Hargrove remained in the old tablets and maps of history.
It wasn't always this way. Beloved Hargrove was founded on the precipice of innovation and promised future. Our renowned Mayor Hargrove turned a desolate wasteland of barren earth and tree into a place of solace, a home. Built upon brash stone and cruel earth, the task was no easy feat. With immense effort and delicate care, Mayor Hargrove raised a town worthy of the most impeccable men. It wasn't long until Hargrove became a major national center of lead and zinc mining, shortly after major deposits were found beneath the sullen earth of Hargrove. Founded in the 1930's, Hargrove had always held a soft-spot in the very hearts of our government, promising generational benefits to our cause and burden. . . All was perfect in our humble town.
Hundreds upon thousands of citizens and babes have born and died in the swallowing embrace of Hargrove. Men are raised from dirt and grimeโonly to return to ash and stone. This is our way, our pathโno matter how solemn it may be. We work and die for our town, for our Hargrove.
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The year is 1996 in a quiet plane named Hargroveโan isolated, rural town in northeast Oklahomaโknown best for its ability to disappear from the world and from history, not excluding its own citizens. The world spins and, so too, does Hargrove . . . but beneath the finality of the world and government, all have conclusively decided it was best Hargrove remained in the old tablets and maps of history.
It wasn't always this way. Beloved Hargrove was founded on the precipice of innovation and promised future. Our renowned Mayor Hargrove turned a desolate wasteland of barren earth and tree into a place of solace, a home. Built upon brash stone and cruel earth, the task was no easy feat. With immense effort and delicate care, Mayor Hargrove raised a town worthy of the most impeccable men. It wasn't long until Hargrove became a major national center of lead and zinc mining, shortly after major deposits were found beneath the sullen earth of Hargrove. Founded in the 1930's, Hargrove had always held a soft-spot in the very hearts of our government, promising generational benefits to our cause and burden. . . All was perfect in our humble town.
Hundreds upon thousands of citizens and babes have born and died in the swallowing embrace of Hargrove. Men are raised from dirt and grimeโonly to return to ash and stone. This is our way, our pathโno matter how solemn it may be. We work and die for our town, for our Hargrove.