Midnight Pals: White Pines (Patreon)

Gemma Amor: Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this the tale of white pinesAmor: now fair warning, this story does involve a lot of geometryLovecraft: [sweats]Amor: but don't worryAmor: it's EuclidianLovecraft: oh thank godLovecraft: i was worried for a second there!

Amor: it's about a woman who has four fingers and she goes to a mysterious island where there's this recurring symbol of a triangle with four dotsAmor: wait a secondAmor: four fingersAmor: four dotsAmor: four fingersAmor: four dotsAmor: four fingersAmor: four dotsAmor: wait a minuteAmor: wait a minuteAmor: this means something!

Amor: this woman feels drawn to this mysterious islandAmor: but does she actually feel a physical draw? or is it only her overworked imagination that has caused her to believe it?Amor: is her head hurting because of her link to the island? or is it only a coincidence?Amor: maybe she's just dehydrated or under too much stressAmor: or perhaps there are no explanations here in the physical worldAmor: and this story is, in fact, beyond beliefAmor: fact or fiction

Amor: arriving on the mysterious island, she encounters a hidden community living within the perimeter of three strange stone cairnsAmor: wait a minuteAmor: three cairnsAmor: three points on a triangleAmor: three cairnsAmor: three points on a triangleAmor: i thinkAmor: i think there might be a connection

Barker: hold on there, gemmaBarker: i'm calling bullshitBarker: now you're saying it's three points on a triangleBarker: but earlier you were talking about FOUR fingers and four dotsAmor: yeah but what if it turns out there's a FOURTH cairn?King: whoa!King: plot twist!

Amor: on this mysterious island, she finds a secret community holding a weird festival within the perimeter of three strange stone cairnsAmor: where everyone is drinking beer from beakersAmor: and the occasional Erlenmeyer flaskAmor: so naturally she asks the obvious questionAmor: which is, hey, are those trees over there indigenous

Poe: so uhPoe: are the trees indigenous?Amor: no!Amor: in fact the trees are not indigenousAmor: people planted them hereBarker: glad we got that cleared upAmor: shut up, it's going to be important later!

Amor: people planted the white pinesAmor: hence the name of the town isKing:Poe:Lovecraft:Koontz:Barker:Amor: white pinesKing: WHOA!!!!Amor: coincidence????

Amor: but then the whole town mysteriously disappearsKoontz: oh no!Amor: possibly through some sort of dimensional rift or portalAmor: bits of it come back all brundlefliedAmor: it's not a pretty sightAmor: it's pretty fucked up actually

Amor: in the end, the woman turns into a treeAmor: look around youAmor: there are many things to seeAmor: some you'd sayAmor: could never be…