»Playground«

Deadly silence is broken by the wind gently pushing the swings, like the children did all those years ago. A rusted slide holds nothing but rust and dirt. The once joyful place of adventure is now only a distant memory, and a terrifying nightmare in the dreams of visitors. Families of beings often venture out here for over-night camping and a short rest-stop. The canines of Coal Creek like to train here, both for speed, and fear. When you're scared, you don't have time to think, or calculate. You do whatever you can, and you do it your best.