Thinking about the only New Englanders I know describing Lovecraftian New England instead of Lovecraft.
“Oh it’s some sort of wicked strange tourist trap over by the Manuxet River. It’s so small there’s only one Dunkin’s in town. I used to live about five miles away which means you can get there in 2 hours if you’re not dumb enough to try it at rush hour.”
@Leucrotta "I got stuck there one night when the Commuter Rail shut down 'cause of ice on the track. Had to ride the 460 express all the way from the end of the line. Took my own sanity in my hands, I tell you."
@Leucrotta "Innsmouth? Yeah, we would try to get up that way sometimes, but we'd always tap out at the Kowloon."