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Welcome to Nettle Springs

20:27, 3rd May 2024 (GMT+0)

Nettle Springs

"Life in Nettle Springs is pretty great. Cool at nights and warm in the day, panoramic view of old and tired mountains to the northwest and a forested creek to the south. Pretty good biking trails.

Pretty great.

Pretty.

Great.

I-  ... I've been lying to you. Life in Nettle Springs isn't that great. When I first moved here, after that Christmas when my dad Eddie Senior died six years ago, Nettle Springs was heaven, but since then, I don't know, I feel like I've seen something I shouldn't have. A glimpse beyond the fire painting shadows on the cave wall.

It's a hungry town, it's very hungry, but it's not hungry in a scary "I'm gonna eat you" way.

It's more like those fly trap plants in the swamps, the ones that are perfectly vibrant green like the others, but they've got that awful nectar, this insidious liquid that calls to everything around it to drinkdrinkdrink, and before you know it you're drowning in it, about to be digested as a snack for a patient predator.

That's Nettle Springs. It's a weird town, and it attracts weird people. But I'm telling you, I promise you, I swear on my father's grave to you all, all of that weirdness has an awful cost, and you aren't going to notice it until it's too late.

Just...just try to remember what I've told you. You're going to arrive here and you're going to fall in love or finish the piece of music you've been working on, gonna find a shade of green you never knew existed, going to learn what you've been wanting to know and confront those ugly truths you can't bear to face anywhere else. And you're going to love it. Going to call Nettle Springs home.

But it's not. It's not home.

This place is hell."

Eddie Junior