Corrupted Cravingasghre
The once busy road that led to Glaenarm was still somewhat discernible despite the many cracks and holes given to it by the elements. Gardens grew beyond their artificial borders and began claiming parts of the streets and houses. Many doors had collapsed as rot ate away their edges. The open doorways that were once perhaps very welcoming were now an eerie and unwelcoming sight. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts. Glaenarm, once a peaceful and growing community was now a forgotten remnant of a time long passed. The wind in the trees and the creaking of wood were the new dominant sounds in a once lively community rich in sounds of joy and simple pleasures. The animals of this town always had the people of the animal shelter to count upon in times of need. It's perhaps for this reason that many had made this particular building their home, even if it wasn't the same as before. You couldn't help but feel lost i