Thank you, dear people Now let me explain
That if on Hopeless
You wish to remain
I am the chap
With whom to converse
The truth you will hear
For better or worse.
You have probably formed An impression so far
Of darkness and fog
Of the world left ajar
And while it is true
That things can look drear
There are many joys
To be found living here.
Uummm!
Ah!
The landscape is stunning
When viewed through the murk Which lends it a grandeur
And hides things that lurk On the edge of your vision
That watch as you pass That rustle the bushes
And slither through grass Behind you
Speaking of which
If you’re into your plants
The flora is…nice
Though some of it chants
In dialects dead
The language of dust
It whispers to both
The true and unjust
Constantly
Errr!
The animal life
Is completely unique
And whether it has
Toothsome grin or sharp beak
Tentacular grip
Or glowing green eyes
There are certainly habits To keep, it is wise
Lock your damn spoons away
We have many graveyards Really – a lot
So we know where our dead are As often as not
It’s not just the fact
That the corpse can up sticks
But the graveyards themselves
Are not geographically fixed
And the dead wander
The truth is, dear friends
To survive here you’ll need
A guidebook, a reference Something to read
That will tell you the rules Of this Island so odd
And give you some help
On the paths you have trod
And so we have made THIS…
A game, it is true
That will guide you
Prepare you,
And give you a clue
How best to endure
On this island of mist
To visit this land
And put up a fist
That cries NO to the demons Which infest our dreams
And wards off the vampires Who suck at our seams
To give us some hope
That out of despair
Something less Hopeless Can take to the air.
Written by the rather brillaint Keith Healing (Creator of Travels in Hopeless-the impending Hopeless, Maine RPG and all around lovely chap) Illustrated by Jacinta Haden-Newman who was our work experience student for a week. I see a bright future ahead of her! (DO look closely at the detail of the lighthouse)