The van only has one spare tire, so you swap out that wheel and then limp down the road to the diner you saw in the heat mirage. To your surprise, it has a sign announcing that it’s Borderinos – … Continue reading Werewolves 143: Prison Break ’72 – Day 6
You’re in southwestern Indiana when you see the hand-painted sign: Visit Anomaly Hill. “That could be interesting,” says the Hamburglar, biting into a hamburger with blood on the bun. “They’ll never look for us there.” “The hamburger thief is correct,” … Continue reading Werewolves 143: Prison Break ’72 – Day 5
In the parking lot of Jorgensen Iron & Steel, Judith Stroan sits down with a security guard, while local law enforcement winds audiotape around reels. The reels spin up, and Judith takes a deep breath. “Please state your name.” “Sir … Continue reading Werewolves 143: Prison Break ’72 – Day 4
Pittsburgh is beautiful this time of year. Nah, I’m just fuckin’ with you. You are in a major steel city filled with three-ton automobiles that run on leaded gasoline. The snow is hard-packed gray and everywhere you go there’s a … Continue reading Werewolves 143: Prison Break ’72 – Day 3
After burying the opossum in a large snowdrift, making sure his body looks like roadkill, you decide it’s too dangerous to stay on the ground. The bus has a tourist map of Vermont in the glovebox, along with a half-empty … Continue reading Werewolves 143: Prison Break ’72 – Day 2
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
