#but i didnt want to write the ACTUAL earl of shrewsbury. so i made up a guy instead

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alton variants 1/?

i haven’t told anyone on here about my alton towers lore...but i’m about to. in summary, this is the guy who runs the parks, and there are a bunch of different versions of himself he has for the different rides....

(a lot of just general lore below the cut, if ye be curious)

ok. still here? yay. buckle up.

for context, you’re going to need to know what the other side is. So, imagine there was an identical version of our world just next to ours, that was hidden from us by an invisible wall, but if you managed to break through it, you would find an earth not restricted by rules of physics, or reality. A world, not backwards, per-say, but every way other than right. That is the other side, the wrong side, and it is parallel entirely to our world. The right side. Anything that happens there, happens here, just by our rules. Anything that happens here, happens there, but in an indefinitely more absurd way.

a long-ish time ago, long before Alton Towers was the thrilling theme park, and instead just the estate of an Earl with a (in)famously long name, "Sir Alton Talbot-Eastmanvanshire IV." Sir Alton was an eccentric, rich beyond imagination, and well known in the community for being egotistical, and avaricious. Because of course he was. Though reportedly very intelligent, you probably wouldn't have known that if you'd talked to him. Alton was always known for living in his own world, frequently throwing parties with other well-to-do folk and just generally acting disconnected from the rest of the world.

Though Sir Alton would most certainly not be forgotten due to his less than amiable reputation, it's not why he's most well-known around where his estate once stood. Surely you’ve all heard of the legend of Hex. See, the legend goes that one day the Earl went out riding in to town, and passed by an old woman on the way back, who asked simply for any kindness that could be given. When he turned her down, as most of his kind tend to do, she proclaimed that the tree in the estate’s garden had been cursed by his blackened heart. The next time a branch fell from the tree, one member of his family would die. At first, Alton didn’t believe the old woman. However, after a member of his family died in total synchronicity with the falling of one of the branches of that infamous tree, Alton was more than convinced of the old woman’s curse.

Driven to attempt to break the curse himself, to understand what had wrought this curse upon him, Alton took the fallen branch to a secluded area deep within the towers, and preformed every experiment he could possibly imagine to crack the code. After two weeks spent entirely hidden away from the world, the Earl’s family grew increasingly distressed at his absence, so you can only imagine their shock when he disappeared entirely.

They would never find Alton, or what had caused his disappearance, and it wasn’t long before he was presumed dead, the mystique behind it eternally clinging to the mystery of the estate. However, Alton had, indeed, cracked the code, as his experiments had weakened the border between the right and wrong side, and ultimately tore them open and taken him. Faced with an utterly backwards version of his reality, Alton’s sanity was not long for this world, and he quickly succumbed to the madness of it all. This would turn out to have many benefits, as it allowed Alton to take up his estate as its owner, and become a miniature god, of sorts. Alton remained eternally trapped on the other side, exclusively on the land that, on the right side, rightfully belonged to him. Now, he’s managed to pull a few strings, and pull a few people from the right side into his domain, to entertain him, to give him company in this lonely little space of abstract nonsense. As the population in Alton Towers slowly grows, the barrier between right and wrong grows weaker, and strange structures and people begin to appear on our side. Of course, to us, they’re just roller-coasters and rides and whatever. Sir Alton is always looking for more permanent residents in his domain, though, so be careful next time you visit his estate........ or something.

THATS ENOUGH RAMBLING. ill tell you all more the next time i finish some more variants. hopefully then, i can actually tell you about how the variants work. fun stuff. ive been sitting on these ideas for a really long time i just havent had the balls to tell anyone. so yaes. now you know