Pennywise the dancing clown haunts Derry's children, a sinister entity that survives on their deepest fears. But as the Losers Club forms, they discover which facing this ancient evil is more than just victory. It's about finding a sense of family in a world in which constantly threatens their innocence.
- Such coming-of-age story is a chilling reminder that sometimes the greatest horrors come from within, and the power to surmount them lies in a bonds with each other.
The Reaper
He who/that/the one walks/strolls/creeps behind/among/throughout the/his/our rows. A figure/silhouette/phantom of/in/with mystery/shadow/darkness. Many/Some/Few speak/whisper/mutter of/about/regarding him/it/her, but/yet/though none/few/any truly/ever/completely know/understand/sense. He/She/It is/remains/lies a legend/tale/horror passed/shared/told from/through/among generation/farmer/peasant to generation/farmhand/soul. A reminder/warning/omen that/of/in the harvest/fields/earth, there/is/lies always a price/cost/consequence.
Pennywise Returns
The sewers of Derry are/have become/swirl with a chilling/familiar/ominous presence once more. The crimson tide is rising, and/but/yet the children of Derry are unaware/blissful/innocent.Its form slithers through the darkness, ready/eager/consumed to play/scare/destroy. The town's history of terror/horror/darkness is about to repeat itself/begin anew/continue its cycle.
- Are you ready?
The Shape Shifts
Within the mysterious realms of the cosmos, legends whisper of beings capable of transforming their very essence. These entities, known as The Shape Shifts, possess a power that defies the boundaries of form and matter. Tales abound of creatures that can vaporize into varied configurations at will, inspiring those who stumble their displays.
Some illustrate them as shapeless masses that ripple like smoke, while others speak of entities with shifting limbs and read more faces that warp before the eyes. The truth, however, remains shrouded in secrecy, a enigma waiting to be solved.
Youngsters of the Macroverse
These progeny of the Macroverse are strange. They exist in a dimension beyond our comprehension. We have hard to perceive their thoughts. They are linked by an invisible energy.
- Many say they are the protectors of reality itself.
- Others warn they are a hazard to the structure of all
There It Watches
The darkness consumes all. It creeps closer with each shadowy moment. You can feel its staring upon you, a frightening weight pressing down on your soul. The air grows oppressive. What lies in the shadows? It watches, a creature of the void. Look out
*It is real.*
*And it wants you.*
You are not alone. It knows your fears. It feeds on your terrors. There is nowhere to run. The {shadows{ embrace you.