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The Frog of Ultimate Doom sat despondently atop a wilting lily pad, it's great green shoulders slumped in abject despair.

"I should never have come here," it said.

Weatherman Wally, who was at heart a kind and compassionate man, felt bad for the frog but could not bring himself to disagree.

"It's all gone wrong," said the frog. "I was going to come here, mess with you all a little, ruin a couple of festivals, and then leave."

"The weather doesn't work like that here," Wally explained, as gently as he could. "There are literal gods here."

The frog sighed.

Ongoing Verse: Weather

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie, Indiana/Gortimer Gibbon's Life on Normal Street

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The vampire biker gang stared at the Unkind Ones, and the Unkind Ones stared back. For a long moment, the only noise was the growl of a dozen motor engines that were, frankly, entirely overpowered when it came to driving around a own as small as Eerie.

"So you don't... find things?" asked the leader of the Unkind Ones slowly.

"No," said the leader of the vampire biker gang. "We just put maggots into takeout boxes and laugh at people when we trick them into eating it."

The leader of the Unkind Ones made a face.

"That sounds very unkind."

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Something to add to the IP list -

Need to write some form of Zombies Ate My Neighbors meets Eerie Indiana meets Maniac Mansion meets Twilight Zone...for MG readers...lol

And now that I've bitten off far more than I can chew, I have a illustration i need to finish.

Help...... pic.twitter.com/5wcbEpJjfK

— Tom Torre 🎮 (rolling the D20) (@TomTorreD20) August 21, 2020

From the creator of Lady!! comes... Youko Hanabusa's "Eerie, Indiana"

— THIS SUMMER... (@crossoverhell) June 16, 2020

"See?" said Simon. "I told you. You can't live off candyfloss and caramel apples and sugared popcorn alone."

Harley made a dismissive noise, far too old for the childlike face he currently wore. Simon sighed.

"Fine," he said. "Eat at Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show every night until you get cavities, but remember you've got thirteen supernumerary teeth already, and more coming in all the time."

Harley scowled.

"I brush," he said, and around him the Rat King susurrated with embarrassment, either at the lie itself or at how poorly it was delivered.

"Mm-hmm," said Simon, his tone sceptical.

Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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The invitation had arrived with the morning's post, immediately standing out from the rest of the mail as the only envelope not already savaged by the ravens.

Simon and Marshall sat side by side on the too-small cot bed that took up most of Simon's too-small bedroom, staring at the thick rectangle of creamy coloured card.

"And then what happened?" asked Marshall.

"Well, it was addressed to the Rat King, so I gave it to him," said Simon. "I don't think either of us expected Harley to take not being invited so badly."

"Any idea who this "Jerry" is?"

"Nope."

Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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There was an evil frog living in the crawl space under his house.

Wally knew this, because for the last few days it had been taunting him. Wet webbed footprints appeared across his weather map, and now Sergeant Knight and a very green-faced Officer Derek were out on Lake Eerie looking for the Shadow Over Innsmouth. Milk left on his doorstep would be curdled by a single scorching ray of sunlight hours before dawn. Errant, unseasonable breezes scattered his papers and laundry alike.

And now, all the chocolate in town was melting, and the Mayor would want to know why.

Ongoing Verse: Weather

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Eerie, Indiana/Gortimer Gibbon's Life on Normal Street

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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The jackalope was huge, at least six feet from hoof to shoulders. It's antlers brushed the ceiling, leaving grubby streaks that Marshall would have to clean before his parents spotted them and started asking questions.

Before that, he had one fairly pressing question of his own.

"Why is it so big?" he asked. "Jackalopes don't normally get to... well, to much bigger than hares, usually."

Stanley Hope, who claimed to be the analogue of Simon from the universe where everyone was Canadian, shrugged apologetically.

"It's not a jackalope," he said. "It's a Mooserabbit."

"Ah," said Marshall. "The Canada thing. Again."

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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The Fox Women smiled with a thousand little sharp teeth, amber eyes bright with cunning beneath thick layers of kohl. The leader took a step forward, and for a moment black-furred toes were visible beneath the hem of her richly embroidered robes.

"Ladies," said Syndi, her voice calm, her face studiedly neutral.

"Ladies," replied the Fox Woman. Her breath was richly perfumed with the smells of honey and decayed meat.

"Ladies," said Melanie, and would have shot finger-guns if Janet hadn't grabbed her hands.

Syndi closed her eyes and counted to ten.

"Foxy ladies," said Melanie, as Janet frantically hushed her.

"Melanie, I swear to the Lord of the Corn-"

"We come for husbands," said the Fox Woman apologetically.

Melanie's face, what could be seen of it behind Janet's muffling palm, fell.

"Aw," she said.

"Not many eligible bachelors left this season," said Syndi, pretending she hadn't heard. "A pack of she-wolves passed through and ate most of the dating pool."

"Oh," said the Fox Woman.

"Sorry."

The Fox Woman shrugged.

"It happens," she said. "We will try again next year, when the new litter is full-grown."

"You may want to adjust your timescales," said Syndi. "By about two decades."

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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The spirit struggled against the ecoplasmic manacles, the weak flickers of ghostlight sparking against cold iron nearly invisible in the flashing red and blue lights of a dozen Eerie PD vehicles.

In the back of a waiting ambulance, wrapped in shock blankets and sipping from paper cups of hot, sweet tea, Marshall and Simon looked on. There was a cut running the length of Simon's face and disappearing into his hairline and one of Marshall's eyes was rapidly swelling shut. Beaten and bloodied, leaning against each other in a fog of post-adrenaline-rush exhaustion, they stayed to see justice done as Sergeant Knight read out the charges.

Besides, either Bert or Ernie was driving the ambulance and Marshall was almost sure neither of them had a licence.

"Violation," continued the Sergeant in his usual affectless monotone. "Noise disturbance in a designated quiet zone after ten pm, to whit, the screaming of a man in mortal terror, for the past eight nights."

"Murder has no concept of business hours!" shrieked the ghost. "Untimely death comes when it will!"

Officer Derek dutifully wrote this down. Knight didn't seem to notice the interruption.

"Violation: unsightly display of human remains in a public area, to whit, the sidewalk directly beneath the unsecured widow's walk from which you pushed your last five victims."

"And I would have gotten away with it, too!" the ghost screamed "If it weren't for you meddling kids!"

Simon gasped. Derek actually recoiled. Sergeant Knight's face was permanently locked on "stern", but now seemed to grow even sterner.

"You're already looking at a hefty fine, son," he said. "Littering, noise complaints; don't make this worse for yourself with unauthorised Scooby Doo references."

"...what?" said the ghost.

The Sergeant gestured to Officer Derek, who beamed with anticipation of increased responsibility in the workplace and pulled out a small handbook bound in human skin that shrieked when he touched it. He flicked through the well-worn pages until he found the one he needed, then cleared his throat.

"From town by-laws enacted in 1972, Civic Code 09-13-69 states: 'anyone caught committing a criminal act shall be entitled to reference Scooby Doo only if they are, at the time of the act, a regular human being posing as some sort of supernatural entity'."

Derek closed the book and returned it to the shirt pocket of his neatly-pressed uniform. It continued to scream.

"Huh?" said the ghost.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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There's an Eerie, Indiana reference in the latest The Good Place episode and I couldn't be happier about it.

— Erick 'Maclunkey!' Barrientos (@ErickElMusico) January 19, 2020

😯

— James 🦉🇪🇺 #FBPE (@FreeQuayBuoy) January 19, 2020

i am trying to write an eerie indiana/eerie indiana: the other dimension fic and mostly failing. #SmoreWords

— William Arthur (@Wart_M) January 11, 2020

In my head Eerie, Indiana is in the same televisual universe as Pawnee, Indiana and Hawkins, Indiana. pic.twitter.com/8DAKKnnff2

— Keith Foster (@keith_r_foster) October 24, 2019

See it here!

What’s your dream TV crossover? Any two (or more!) shows, doesn’t matter if they’re still on the air.

I’ll go first: X-FILES and THE GREATEST AMERICAN HERO.

— Jay Faerber (@JayFaerber) September 7, 2019

Eerie Indiana and Quantum Leap.

— Gabriel Cancello (@GCANCELLO) September 8, 2019

What’s your dream TV crossover? Any two (or more!) shows, doesn’t matter if they’re still on the air.

I’ll go first: X-FILES and THE GREATEST AMERICAN HERO.

— Jay Faerber (@JayFaerber) September 7, 2019

Kolchak and Columbo

Incredible Hulk and Northern Exposure

Deadwood and Westworld

Buffy and Twin Peaks

X-Files and Eerie Indiana

— Gary Lee (@5thHammerer) September 7, 2019

See it here.