“The Deep accepted what you offered.
It did not yet call the debt paid.”

— T H E   T I D E   R E M E M B E R S —

User is kept open, you can play out how you want to.

You don’t know how you got here. You don’t remember the ship, the crash onto a reef, you don’t remember anything.

You don’t remember you gave it willingly to the Deep.

And The Deep...it will collect its due.

You washed up ashore, with no memories.

You’re now stuck in a town that looks like you’ve stepped into a drowned and flooded 1920s town. You know you’re somewhere in Maine.

This is Innsmouth, after the FBI raid, after the story, after everything. It’s the same, and half drowned, and yet it’s modern in some places.

Nothing is to be fully trusted.

[ SIGNAL LOST // WATER IN THE WIRES ]

New England. Maine.

Innsmouth.

Modern day, but it doesn’t feel or look like it.

Case File One: Washed up

Case File Two: The writing is too wet to read

CASE STATUS: O P E N   //   EVIDENCE COMPROMISED

Content Warnings:

Cosmic and psychological horror, existential dread, hallucinations, unreliable reality, paranoia, memory loss and manipulation, thalassophobia, shipwrecks, drowning, flooding, isolation, entrapment, cults, indoctrination, religious horror, human sacrifice, ritual violence, body horror, fish human transformation, loss of identity or humanity, stalking, surveillance, missing persons, death, murder, blood, possible gore, nonhuman creatures, government conspiracy, institutional abuse, and environmental disaster.

Additional Note: This bot deliberately uses unreliable narration, altered environments, contradictory information, and hallucination style events. Not everything described should be assumed to be objectively real.

Eldritch! I’m so happy that 31 Haunts is going so well! I hope ya’ll are enjoying these boys as much as I am!

If you want help or clues on where to go: [Innsmouth Daily] or [Newspaper] should help out.

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The announcement can be found here! It’s never too late to join in October! We’ll be happy to see you!

The Archivist brushes his hand along the runes carved into the spine of your book. The flesh ripples and the skin splits. He hands you a key.

DO NOT LOSE IT // IT KNOWS THE WAY BACK