Only In Ohio MOD

Ohio lurks in the heart of America like a forgotten curse. Beneath its placid towns and endless cornfields, dark secrets churn. The skies brood eternally gray, plotting. Roads spiral like traps; you enter, but never leave unchanged. Even the lakes whisper ancient, unspeakable truths. Ohio hungers. It watches. Cities pulse with hollow cheer, masking something older than rust, deeper than bone. Time bends here—clocks stall, seasons blur, and memories rot like leaves on I-75. Beneath Cleveland’s streets, something stirs. In Dayton, shadows stretch too long. The wind howls names you never told it. This isn't a state. It's a waiting mouth.