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TheSourestPatch

Now would be a good time to start discussing events. Obviously I have a few in mind, but let's toss around some ideas for things to be happening around the town.

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EnchantedNymph

I mean maybe a stereotypical fall fest that towns normally have? With bobbing for apples, hay rides through a "haunted" trail, churches normally hold events for those sort of things so it could be interesting depending on what sort of monsters are going to be brought in. If course there's always the halloween keggers that college age students like to throw.

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TheSourestPatch

I planned a festival, for sure.

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EnchantedNymph

One of my most favorite things is the haunted hay rides. There was this one year where the fire station where I grew up went all out. Had a guy with a chainsaw that chased the hayride around.

Speaking of hay, maybe a maze could be involved somehow.

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TheSourestPatch

An interactive hayride where the guests fend off zombies with paintball guns. Its a popular attraction annually. 

Except something goes wrong this year.

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EnchantedNymph

So. I have an idea. But it isn't fully fleshed out. Wondering if you'd be interested in hearing it. 

 

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TheSourestPatch

This is the purpose of this particular thread.

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EnchantedNymph

Okay so this is what I have so far. It probably needs a lot of work.  But horror generally isn't the genre I do. So I feel like it's lacking a lot.

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