A Nice Place to Live
Amity Park. A Nice Place to Live.
That had been the town motto since the day it was established.
Of course, like every town, Amity Park had gone through its hardships. It suffered during the Civil War, and the Great Depression hit it hard, as it did all small towns.
But when all was said and done, Amity Park remained a nice place to live.
It was only recently that Amity Park became known for being a strange place to live.
There were the ghosts, for one thing.
Of course, every town claimed to have ghosts. They had history, and history had people, and most of those people were dead.
But no town had ghosts quite as present and in your face as Amity Park ghosts.
Ghosts who appeared to everyone. Ghosts who caused chaos wherever they went. Ghosts who fought other ghosts in broad daylight, destroying buildings and leaving impact craters that looked and felt oh so very real.
Even so, the people of Amity Park still lived by their town motto.
Ghost attack on the way to work? Pick a different route.
Ghosts haunting the mall? Pick a different day to go shopping.
Ghosts invading work? That could mean a day off!
Overall, Amity Park was still a nice place to live.
After the Pariah Dark incident, things became a bit stranger than before.
GPS failed to work. Not only because compasses pointed north as often as they pointed anywhere else. The very layout of the streets changed, sometimes as often as compasses changed where they pointed. No one caught the streets change. Rather, they instinctively knew that work would be three streets down Nicholson Lane instead of two, or that school would be on the other side of Amity Park's Amity Park. The changes baffled visitors when they came, but residents quickly became used to the change. It was just another thing that made their town quirky and unique.
Residents also learned to accept their electronics turning on at random, whether or not they were unplugged. It was a bit annoying— no one wanted to wake up to the vacuum turning on at three in the morning— but they learned how to deal with it. They arranged their electronics in positions that wouldn't cause accidents should they turn on. They put on their best earmuffs and sleep masks. And they rolled over and went back to sleep.
Perhaps the strangest thing about Amity Park was its people. After all, between the ghost attacks, the electronics, and the changing maze of streets and buildings, what normal person would want to live in a place like Amity Park? But if questioned where they would rather live, the residents unanimously gave a single answer.
Amity Park.
A nice place to live.