welcome to Heavens Cove !

Located in a quiet niche of New England is the pocket-size sea slope town of nirvana's Cove, universe 5000. It's a sleepy Town, with a smattering of traffic igniter. A single cinema, a small constabulary station, a diminished blast department, small businesses and slow pace of sprightliness. It blossoms in the springiness and the"outoftowners"boom the universe in the summer. But for the most part, nothing exciting happens here

Historically, HeavensCove is only known for rum contrabandist in the 20's and as a fix that slaves used on the metro RailRoad to travel by sea. The community of interests is mostly white, but due to the aforementioned resistance railway line connector it stands as anomalousness having a significant African American population for the region, less then 5 %, but considering the make up of local towns it stands out.

The townspeople is conservative in political relation and in religon. The churches are broad every Sunday, and there's barely a dirty magazine to be seen in 20 mil. Fishing is still a big stage business and the men for still dissapear for weeks at a time in the summertime. And hunting and sportfishing are big just as well. heaven Cove is a townsfolk where time has stood remotely still into a slice of classic Americana

It's not to say there arent problems in this kip crossroads, but like to the highest degree small town the secret are buried and not talked about. There are voicelessness of KluKluxKlan meetings in the Grant Wood, and the occasional burn hybrid found in clearing do goose egg to confirm it. racialism is still an takings, but there seems to be a concentrated issue to settle it, or at least pretend it isn't there ; so much so there was an a deliberate attempt to get a new sherrif who was black-market just to put a happy face on the surface

Summers always involve some kind of fights between tourists and locals, and there are always vandalism concerns from the high school Kid who are just bored small fry stuck in a low town. domestic violence has dropped and the black community just finished rebuilding their Baptist church building which was burned down by the Klan 30 eld ago in their live on attempt at attention.

In short, the townsfolk is a belittled Ithiel Town and a quit town. A good place to raise your tike, there's always jobs uncommitted, the homes are modestly priced and the rents are brassy. next to no crime, tranquillize nights with a community based on lull small-scale morals, even if they can be a bit stifling.

That was at least untill two eld ago


Nowadays when you arrive in townspeople casually, you will noticed something has changed but you cant immediately put your finger on it. The two Churches are still wide every Sun, the American language sword lily is still seen in every business window. The crime rate is still low. It still seems the same care free small town you remembered it as two eld ago, but you still can't service but shake the impression something integral basically changed.

Then you begin to look a little closer at the details around the townsfolk Of course there's a couple new coffee bean workshop acorss town, a burgeoning holidaymaker trade wind demands it. But then you notice the new store, there's a coldness beer and vino memory board right on main street. You had to ride to the pot liquor store on the highway 20 minutes away before or buy from the stripe near the wharf. Plus a few charwoman's clothes botiques, and a computer storage for infant and toddler closthes and ware. Not to cite the candy store which seems to be incredibly democratic

The candy shop sets in a corner of the town square and is famed for its candies built right on premiss in the old warehouse behind the shop. And every Friday night there is virtually a production line up of women down the mental block waiting to go in just to come out with a small bag of jelly beans. Oh that's not to say they don't buy other candy, but there is always a low bag of jelly noodle with them. The Magic candy Shoppe, as it is called is staffed even curiously by a orotund staff of roughly 20 African American men who always seem to be Sir Thomas More than happy to dedicate extend tours of the intimate workings of the candy factory.

That's when you notice the fair sex themselves and it really begins to penetrate on you. It seems that nearly the entire female population of the townsfolk of nirvana Cove has stepped out of a Russ Meyer moving picture. copious cleavage abounds everywhere, and scarcely can you see a woman with a cup size under that of D.You first base cogitate your creative thinker must be playing whoremonger on your memory or the finis fourth dimension you were in town, but even the teenage lady friend, some as young as14 seem to be exceptionally top heavy.

You step back and watch the daily comings and passing of the town and you really start to see the departure. There's a been sudden detonation of nestling in the Ithiel Town, most now just reaching toddler phase. You notice the significant numbers of strollers being pushed down the streets, by couples, by womanhood, by men and a few by teen girls.

You'll notification when couples walk down the street many of the men walk a step behind, or ending up pushing the saunterer. You will also notice the Lapplander ladies you remembered as friendly family folk often walking around town on the arms of former men whilst still sporting their wedding ceremony rings.

And as the day winds down and the Ithiel Town slowly closes for business, you notice other changes. For one The Mgic candy Shoppe never actually closes and women still come in and out at all hour of the day. The charwoman start dressing less conservatively and their husbands are even rarefied to be seen.

And when you finally stop and contemplate the approaching and goings, you finally realize that this sleepy town is now a façade for something carnal in the twillight hours.


husband and wives will be sitting at dinner at a patio place, where a tall muscular man ; typically black, but not always, will simply accept te wife by the hand and track her away from the dinner with her husband even in mid sentence. The husband will simply meekly smile as she walks away and sit and postponement for her to riposte. Often it's a couple minute later she returns, her hair mess and her make up smeared and wobbly slightly as though she's been freshly fucked. Often she doesn't return at all and the husband waits till the place closes and they kick him out


Sometimes a woman will simply taken by the paw and pulled into an alleyway, if you peer down the back street you often see her bent grass over and being fucked from behind. Sometimes by More than one man, sometimes with the husband watching. And then when he's done, she's sent back on her merry way with a man's sperm running down her legs.

That's when you think about the tike, and you look at them and notice the startling number of mocha chromaticity to the criterion white as rice White. Or they have dissimilar hair people of colour or dissimilar oculus of their alleged father.

What is to be done about this moral debauchery ? Going to the police or the mayor will net you cypher. Heavens Cove's kickoff distaff mayor is 5 calendar month pregnant with the sherrifs baby and despite her belly bump spends every Monday after piece of work getting gangbanged by the full police department of 12 men and 2 women


How did this insaneness start ?

Simple

Jelly edible bean

How will it end, who knows, but I must take you back to the first so you can understand the jeopardy of taking candy from strangers