Astaroth
[*screaming into the void intensifies*]
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Dirt Creek is a quaint little campground at the base of the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee. It is a popular spot for camping, hiking, and fly fishing... or was, until the past five years.
Until sightings of the Devil began.
Children playing in the creek saw it first. It came at them, ferocious, waddling on its ungainly feet and snapping its serrated beak and crying its terrible cry. The children fled screaming from its hunger, but one little boy tripped and fell. The beast caught him as he lay prone and forgotten.
All they ever found of the boy was the blood.
Soon picnickers began to disappear, one by one. Couples in their tents began to see huge, awful shadows moving outside, reported hearing the terrible calling of the monster far off in the woods. Saw its red eyes gleaming like bloody gems in the dark, the beat of its wings echoing all around them. Business for the campground began to decline as the rumors spread...
Many, however, do not believe in the legends of Dirt Creek's Devil. Many still venture out to the campground to this day.
And it is camping season again.
Can you hear the Devil's cry?
HONK. HONK. HONK.
You are a visitor to Dirt Creek Campground. You have only the supplies you bring with you.
Your mission is to survive the Devil and escape the campground.
Beware the Devil of Dirt Creek.
Until sightings of the Devil began.
Children playing in the creek saw it first. It came at them, ferocious, waddling on its ungainly feet and snapping its serrated beak and crying its terrible cry. The children fled screaming from its hunger, but one little boy tripped and fell. The beast caught him as he lay prone and forgotten.
All they ever found of the boy was the blood.
Soon picnickers began to disappear, one by one. Couples in their tents began to see huge, awful shadows moving outside, reported hearing the terrible calling of the monster far off in the woods. Saw its red eyes gleaming like bloody gems in the dark, the beat of its wings echoing all around them. Business for the campground began to decline as the rumors spread...
Many, however, do not believe in the legends of Dirt Creek's Devil. Many still venture out to the campground to this day.
And it is camping season again.
Can you hear the Devil's cry?
HONK. HONK. HONK.
You are a visitor to Dirt Creek Campground. You have only the supplies you bring with you.
Your mission is to survive the Devil and escape the campground.
Beware the Devil of Dirt Creek.
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