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Despite the fact that the oldest town in the united states is only 450 years old, Listeners, this week Barton Hollow will be celebrating it’s very first QUINCENTENNIAL! We’re so proud of our little town, and in honor of this life changing event, our mayor and the faeries who still won’t leave City Hall, have decided to throw a week long celebration

Nothing ghoulish or scary here, Listeners. No tricks and all treats. This week is going to be the best week our little town has ever seen. Yes, even better than that one time it rained chocolate chips for a whole week. We know, that’s hard to believe. And it all starts the 12th.

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You know what they say, darling listeners: life is a fleeting, fragile thing that can blow by in the blink of an eye. One day you’re petting your first flying alligator, and the next you’re riding on your own charmed dragon through the ever-shifting landscape of our 100 Hectare Woods, unsure just how you got to be that age. Though our own fair town has no concept of time in the way most of us do, disappearing for one century only to show up in another as if it had always been there, always as strange and welcoming as ever, it’s never become clear to us just how this strange magic works…until now.
Listeners, it seems like just yesterday we were holding our Centennial anniversary, remembering all the strange and unexplainable events in our extensive history, our hearts all swelling with pride and joy for the beautiful southern town we live in, despite the bloodied and desperate ending to our most celebratory night yet. But that was not just yesterday, nor was it just another month ago, nor another year ago.

No, our precious listeners, it was but ten years ago that our strange little town turned five-hundred years old.

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“Well, it’s a beautiful day out here, folks! The sun is high and there’s not a single cloud in the sky.  And here comes Miss Delilah Rose! Isn’t she beautiful? We all remember her in her pageants, don’t we? Our own southern belle, riding in a pink 1954 Ford. Yes, today is going to be a great day! A great day for a parade, a great day for a good ol'e time!”

And it was a beautiful day. Listeners, it was a perfect day. But as always, things took an unexpected turn. The sky opened up, filled with darkness, and drops of black spilled forth like rain. Only they moved, and out of the darkness spilled forth creatures, small and large, running after the screaming crowds, landing on top of the parade floats, bearing teeth and claws. Some dug in, tearing skin. Some played until their toys were left broken. The Queen watched, standing above it all, and looked down at The King with a smirk. It was his turn now, his move. And with an order, they all retreated, leaving the streets broken and bloody.

Listeners, it seems there’s been an attack during our towns Quincentennial Parade. There are reports of a dozen or so deaths, with triple that number injured and badly hurt. Doctors have been rushed to the hospital, but the roads are blocked due to the parade route, and our town is in a panic.

Where were you when it happened? Where were you when the war against the Unseelie and Seelie Courts began? Or better said, what side are you on, and who will you be fighting for?