You make it deep into the forest before you realize the guards can just follow your trails in the snow. One of you remembers seeing a movie where the escaped convicts got away by walking in a creek, so you … Continue reading Werewolves 143: Prison Break ’72 – Day 1
The year is 1972, baby, aww yeah. You are prisoners at the Pomson Maximum Security Co-Ed Prison for Just the Weird Crimes, located in Pomson, Vermont. There are like three nice days here a year. The rest of the time … Continue reading Werewolves 143: Prison Break ’72 – Signups
The boat reaches the dock at Thrash Manor just before sundown. All the windows are dark. You climb awkwardly out of the boat and march inland. Darkness comes, and with it the needling voice of Lord Edwin Thrash, M.D. “Ahh, … Continue reading Werewolves 134: Escape from Thrash Island – Days 7, 8 and 9
Your good friend the Narrator is dealing with some especially fiendish paperwork on this day, and so he entreats you to simply imagine that you row your boat back around the island, and that things are most uneventful until nightfall. … Continue reading Werewolves 134: Escape from Thrash Island – Day 6
As the sun sets, Mike the famous travel writer stands up from your hastily-assembled campfire. “I’ll be right back,” he says. “I have to go over behind that hummock and, uh, rate some of the rocks.” Assuming he’s going to … Continue reading Werewolves 134: Escape from Thrash Island – Day 5
You pack up what you can use from the explorers’ camp and continue on. A crevice in the valley wall leads to a plateau beyond. The wind is stronger here. “Day 4,” says Ernest Shackleton, writing furiously in his own … Continue reading Werewolves 134: Escape from Thrash Island – Day 4
After a day’s walk across a subdued wilderness, you suddenly sight a collection of ragged-looking structures. “HELLO?” yells the Warrior of Darkness. “MY PARENTS ARE DEAD.” There’s no answer. “Kehaar will fly over,” says Kehaar. He does so, while the … Continue reading Werewolves 134: Escape from Thrash Island – Day 3
It’s a beautiful night to be hunted for sport. You wander back to the shore, confirm that the boats/dirigibles/wendigos that brought you here have all left, shrug, and get drunk. Willow finds two flints and a stick, crafts them together … Continue reading Werewolves 134: Escape from Thrash Island – Day 2
Beguiled by the open invitation and promise of free refreshments, 22 of you drop what you’re doing at various parts of the world and make for Thrash Island in the Canadian Arctic. Some of you are wealthy enough to travel … Continue reading Werewolves 134: Escape from Thrash Island – Day 1
2 August 1931 Greetings, dear friends! I, Lord Edwin Thrash, M.D., do hereby extend an open invitation to any soul brave enough to attend a splendid party I shall be holding this coming week at my private mansion on Thrash … Continue reading Werewolves 134 – Escape from Thrash Island
Greetings [ORPHAN], We at the Bureau of Orphan Operations (BOO) are sorry to hear of the recent loss of your parent(s), guardian(s) or fairy godmother(s). As detailed in attached booklet AN INTRODUCTORY GUIDE TO BULK ORPHAN PROCESSING, 13TH EDITION, orphananity … Continue reading Werewolves 125: A Sequence of Regrettable Occurrences
Time travel, it turns out, is not fun. Adelaida has a 15-minute head start on the rest of you, since the Searsgate is calibrated to keep the time tunnel a fixed length. She’s thrown out the other side into a … Continue reading Werewolves 120: Adelaida’s Planet – The End
Night passes. You can see the Moon through the boarded-up windows of the Neptune Shoals Community Center. It’s not subject to the same Sun-filtering the Earth is, and is almost as bright as what passes for day in this strange … Continue reading Werewolves 120: Adelaida’s Planet – Day 10
Wendy Hovnatanian awakens from her nap and yawns. “Sorry, everyone,” she says. “When you get to be my age, you need to take it slOH MY GOD. WHAT DID YOU PEOPLE DO?” You look guiltily at the bodies of Crocodile … Continue reading Werewolves 120: Adelaida’s Planet – Day 9
You ascend with alarming speed. Rochester shrinks away below you , becoming nothing more than a brown sore on the snowy flanks of upstate New York. The sky above you becomes an ever-deeper blue. By the time you can see … Continue reading Werewolves 120: Adelaida’s Planet – Day 8
Just as you feel like you can’t possibly descend another flight of stairs, you reach the bottom. Your flashlights play across a rusty blast door with SEARSGATE stenciled across it. “My calves,” says Tiny Tim. “Ooh, the burning. Ooh.” “I … Continue reading Werewolves 120: Adelaida’s Planet – Day 7
Being boiled back to life the second time is worse than the first. Maybe the human body wasn’t meant to be put through multiple rounds of this. You make a note to ask the long-dead Manitoba Cryonics science team about … Continue reading Werewolves 120: Adelaida’s Planet – Day 6
Veronica-8791 is tired. Liberating people from a prison bus and then flying an escape plane is hard. She’s trying to get her head to stop swimming so she can fix this generator. If she can fix the generator, she’ll know … Continue reading Werewolves 120: Adelaida’s Planet – Day 5
L.Q. “Sonny” Clemonds wan’t really sure what this radio thingamajig he’d swiped from Manitoba Cryonics was. At the time, he thought it was just for listening to music, and Sonny sure did like music. But he fiddled with it and … Continue reading Werewolves 120: Adelaida’s Planet – Day 4
It’s not a long flight, and you might actually travel up and down more on the Z axis than you do in the X/Y plane. The wind are erratic but savage. “THE OCEANS ARE FREEZING OVER,” yells Veronica, during one … Continue reading Werewolves 120: Adelaida’s Planet – Day 3
Q. Steve Dougson makes for a surprisingly chatty bus driver, considering he’s a ghost in a shell. He has loads of great stories about being manager of Unified Western Wrestling from its formation in 1986 until his death by lightning … Continue reading Werewolves 120: Adelaida’s Planet – Day 2
