Jones Woods is an often forgotten, neglected region of Staten Island. It's forgotten for a reason: there are myriad horrors living in these woods, horrors unfathonable to human minds, unspeakable to human tongues. They've been confined to these woods by ancient rituals of binding, but as development of the neighborhood continues, the woods grow smaller and smaller.
Until someone of great courage eraticates the horrors for good.
If they can survive long enough.
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"Beware the Stranglewood, my friend.
Stranglin's the start, but not the end.
It starts at your feet,
And move up your spine,
Until it's inside your head.
Beware the Stranglewood, dear chum.
It strangles for pleasure, purely for fun.
If you get too close,
And are caught unawares,
Your story is too soon done.
Best you the Stranglewood, I pray.
It was done once, and again someday -
A crystal was driven
Straight through it's core
It's said this is the only way."
-Excerpt from The Beastiary of Unspeakable Horrors
Enter from Brighton and Lafayette for a shorter expedition. Enter from Franklin Ave to enjoy the full experience of this beautiful, horrible place.
FTF: Ukipiper
STF: Rant
TTF: Zach J