you were travelling along a remote Georgian forest road when you suddenly saw a huge, crudely made sign with the word detour on it blocking the road and pointing to a muddy path leading from it somewhere deeper into the forest

you weren't quite sure about this, but with you not really having any other option, you left the road and headed towards wherever the path was going, expecting to have a pleasant drive through the densely wooded area, so you were in for quite a surprise when you suddenly came upon an old metal archway and a few moments later you found yourself in what looked like an old village, somewhere from the 19th century, with wooden houses and simple, dirt roads winding between them

moving forward slowly, you came across some sort of a village square, which was empty at first, but then suddenly, from the houses around you a whole crowd of people emerged, wearing old-fashioned clothes that seemed to fit the era of the buildings around you and they all seemed quite happy to see you, greeting your arrival with cheers, music and excited clapping

you were a bit stunned by their sudden appearance, staring at it all with confusion, when suddenly, the crowd parted to let another man through and you saw a man in a grey suit jacket and trousers with a pale yellow waistcoat and a black bow tied neatly around his throat, wearing an eyepatch across his left eye and a bright smile on his face as he came closer to have a better look at you

"Well," he said cheerfully, speaking with the typical southern drawl, clasping his hands together in obvious joy at seeing you. "Welcome to Pleasant Valley! You are just in time for our annual Guts and Glory Jubilee!"