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THE STORY OF THE FORSAKEN LANDS
Tucked away on the outskirts of Ridgeway, Al's Automotive sat in eerie silence for over a decade-its rusted tools and shattered windows a reminder of the gruesome "accidents" that shut it down. The town, now under the suffocating grip of the Morton family and their blood-soaked doctrine known as "The Word of Ezra" had changed into something twisted. Clyde Morton, patriarch of the cult and butcher by trade, found old Al-half mad and broken- and offered him a second chance: salvation through servitude. Reopened under the guise of routine repairs, Al's Automotive now hums again with the sound of engines and screams. Travelers who pull in for a quick fix are given a chilling choice: join the cult, or become fresh meat for Morton's Meats. None drive out.
Perched at the edge of Ridgeway's Main Street, Dan's Diner still glows with flickering neon and the scent of sizzling meat. However, nothing about it is welcoming. Founded in 1952 by Dan and Shirley, the diner was once the heart of the town, until ambition and betrayal curdled the dream. When Dan began hogging the spotlight, Shirley snapped - cleaving him to pieces in the kitchen he once ruled. The kill awakened something dark in her. Over the decades, "Shirley Slasher" lured in husband after husband, draining their wallets, their blood, and adding their flesh to her "secret recipe". Her infamous meatloaf became a town favorite. It's signature crunch from the fingers of her husbands was whispered about, but never questioned. When the Morton family took over Ridgeway and preached the Word of Ezra, Shirley fit right in - her Diner serving both food and fresh converts. Outsiders are always welcome... as long as they don't mind dying for a taste.
Just off the winding backroads of Ridgeway, The Fieldside Motel stands frozen in time - its faded sign forever stands buzzing "VACANCY". Originally a cozy stopover for travelers headed North, it fell into eerie disrepair after the Morton family took control of the town. The Mortons, preaching their cultish "Word of Ezra" saw the motel as the perfect trap for outsiders - lonely, isolated, and easily forgotten. Now run by a quiet, glassy-eyed caretaker rumored to be one of Shirley Slasher's surviving sons, he was forced by his unhinged mother to comply with the instruction of the Mortons. The motel offers warm beds and hot meals. Just be sure not to ask where the previous guests went. Every room is meticulously cleaned, the sheets always fresh... because no one stays long. There's always a vacancy at The Fieldside Motel, for your body, or your soul.
At the edge of the dense woods behind the Morton Farm and Estate, garish music echoes from Kiwi's Fun Fair. This crooked, decaying carnival seems to rise from the mist only when it wants to be found. Once known as "Boyd Morton", the middle son of Edgar Morton, he was disowned for his inability to take the blade seriously, but had a love for laughter, makeup, and a spark of madness. Escaping into a traveling circus, Boyd found family among freaks and fire breathers, until one tragic night. He set the big top ablaze, watching it collapse in flames with a smile painted on his face. Now, calling himself "Kiwi The Clown", reunited with his brothers, he returned to Ridgeway with the ashes of the circus and its deranged survivors in tow. The fair promises candy, games, and poison ice cream cones to wandering children - but those who enter rarely leave unchanged, or at all. Kiwi sees them as blank slates, perfect vessels for the Word of Ezra. In Ridgeway, the fun never ends, it just festers.
At the heart of Ridgeway lies the Morton Farm and Estate - a once proud homestead now warped by rot, ritual, and the bloodstained visions of the Morton brothers. Clyde, the cold-blooded butcher, Boyd, now the unhinged Kiwi The Clown, and Ripley, the silent enforcer who speaks only through violence. It's here, beneath the rotting rafters of the shacks out back, and flickering lights that the brothers host their infamous gatherings, or town-wide celebrations of the word of Ezra, the twisted doctrine promising salvation through sacrifice. Locals are summoned with warm smiles and open arms, promised a brighter Ridgeway reborn through unity and faith, untarnished by outsiders. But once inside, the property gates lock, and those who hesitate are labeled as "nonbelievers". For the Mortons, there is no middle ground. You either embrace Ezra's truth or your blood feeds the soil of the farm.
Just beyond the Morton Farm and Estate, where the cornfields give way to tangled brush and choking fog, lies Muckjaw Swamp. The festering, insect-choked wetland that was once public land, has now quietly been claimed by the Morton family. To outsiders, it's just another forgotten patch of wilderness. But to those who follow the Word of Ezra, Muckjaw is sacred ground - a place of disposal, of rebirth through decay. When the barns and sheds overflow with the remains of the unwilling, the Mortons drag the bodies through the night, feeding them to the swamp's black waters. Locals whisper that the swamp moans on windless nights and that pale hands sometimes reach from the muck, begging for release. But the Mortons say the swamp is simply hungry, and every sacrifice makes Ridgeway stronger.
