Home to Pickleberry

The people of Pickleberry need nothing, because they have fresh air, pink and orange sunsets over rolling fields of wheat, and monsters. Lots and lots of monsters. Though the monsters tend to keep to themselves. The townsfolk are too busy with their farmer markets and knitting circles to notice. Blissfully, willingly ignorant, the people of Pickleberry know better than to ask too many questions. Stay out of Black Bile Woods. Never travel at night. Never, ever, visit the bar on the top of th...