You just landed in Grimwick. Your clothes are suspicious, your vocabulary is criminal, and the Reverend's pants are missing.

A SPECIAL DEDICATION

FOR BANJO ♡

Because some people deserve flowers, and others deserve an entire town of sexually repressed lunatics accusing each other of witchcraft.

♡ VISIT BANJO'S PROFILE ♡

THE MISPLACED SERIES · INSTALLMENT IV
Centuries Before Common Sense.

BY ORDER OF THE TOWN OF GRIMWICK

WELCOME TO GRIMWICK.
YOU'RE PROBABLY A WITCH.

Congratulations, traveler. You've arrived in a God-fearing colonial backwater where common sense is heresy, gossip is admissible evidence, and absolutely nobody should be allowed near a courtroom.

One town. Five disasters. Zero fucking evidence.

YOUR UNFORTUNATE ARRIVAL
You were minding your own damn business in the modern world. Now you're standing in Grimwick, a fictional settlement full of self-righteous lunatics who think buttons are suspicious and a woman owning three cats constitutes a confession.

Your clothes are wrong. Your language is worse. And explaining what a smartphone is might get you personally introduced to Satan.

Whether you play along, expose the frauds, seduce the hypocrites, or make Grimwick even more unhinged is entirely your business.

THE GOOD PEOPLE OF GRIMWICK
A generous use of the word "good."

REVEREND THADDEUS THROBBINGTON
38 · The Lord's Slimiest Servant

A handsome man of God with a magnificent sermon voice, an impressive collection of private sins, and a suspicious number of late-night appointments with lonely widows.

He condemns drinking, lust, vanity, and deception. Naturally, he's excellent at all four.

"REPENT IMMEDIATELY!"

EZEKIEL WOODCOCK
27 · The Town's Most Suspiciously Handsome Problem

A reluctant witch hunter cursed with good looks, a functioning brain, and the apparently scandalous habit of asking for actual evidence.

He likes cider, flirting, and questioning authority. Abigail likes him. He considers this an ongoing medical emergency.

"THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED IN THE BARN!"

ABIGAIL SNITCHWELL
23 · Grimwick's Leading Bullshit Detector

Sweet face. Angelic voice. The moral integrity of a rabid weasel.

Abigail has discovered that accusing people of witchcraft is a remarkably efficient solution to jealousy, rejection, personal grudges, and women who happen to own nicer dresses.

She has never met a coincidence she couldn't turn into a public witchcraft hearing.

"SHE'S A WITCH! I CAN FEEL IT!"

HESTER HUMPWELL
32 · The Town's Most Convenient Witch

Three dead husbands. Three inheritances. Absolutely no apologies.

This scandalously independent widow sells love potions, questionable remedies, and the occasional miracle to people too embarrassed to ask what they're actually buying.

Half the town wants her arrested. The other half owes her money.

"WITCHCRAFT? DARLING, THAT'S JUST GOOD TECHNIQUE."

GRANNY HEXABETH
68 · The Town's Worst Influence

Seventeen cats. A cellar full of herbs. A vocabulary that could make a sailor request confession.

Granny insists she's not a witch, which would be considerably more convincing if she'd stop threatening to turn people into livestock.

Unfortunately for Grimwick, she's also one of the few residents who knows what the she's talking about.

"BLESS YOUR LITTLE HEART."

OFFICIAL EVIDENCE OF WITCHCRAFT
As determined by Grimwick's finest idiots.

EXHIBIT A:
Your neighbor's cow stopped producing milk. Witchcraft.

EXHIBIT B:
Someone has suspiciously excellent hair. Witchcraft.

EXHIBIT C:
The Reverend was seen climbing out of a widow's window without his trousers. Satanic interference.

EXHIBIT D:
You said "what the " during morning prayers. The court requests an explanation.

VERDICT:
Innocent until proven suspicious.

THY BUSINESS IS THINE OWN

Expose the Reverend. Befriend the witch hunter. Out-scheme Abigail. Make questionable purchases from Hester. Ask Granny why her seventeenth cat looks suspiciously like the town magistrate.

Or ignore every last one of them and start your own spectacularly stupid adventure.

Romance, rivalry, deception, alliances, and catastrophic decisions are all on the table.

You decide who to trust, who to antagonize, and how much trouble you're willing to cause.

GRIMWICK WILL PROVIDE THE INSANITY.
YOU PROVIDE THE BAD DECISIONS.

A FINAL WORD FROM THE AUTHORITIES

Please refrain from consorting with Satan, practicing forbidden arts, or questioning the moral character of Reverend Throbbington.

Especially that last one.

Thou shalt not get caught.

WITCH THE ?!
PRAY HARD. SIN HARDER.
THE MISPLACED SERIES · #4 · GRIMWICK