Slowly but surely, I’m putting together my Victorian hood. I’m still working on the backstory, so this is a rough draft. Probably won’t be this dark, but it’s fun!
Welcome to Simsmouth*, a town where industry and tradition clash. With the discovery of a rich vein of coal up on Henge Hill and the resulting boom in business, many residents - old and new - would do anything to get a piece of the action. But as the excavation closes in on the old henge overlooking Simsmouth and the lower classes contemplate their future, a sense of unease has crept into town. Is the fate of Simsmouth already a foregone conclusion?
*Yes, that’s a Lovecraft reference. It was suggested as a joke, but I kind of like it.