Night falls. Gerry and Nora Rose climb into bed and go to sleep. You watch this, like total perverts, but it’s pretty PG. After 20 minutes or so, Nora Rose quietly climbs out of bed, removes the case from underneath … Continue reading Werewolves 98: Return to Zone Z – Day 7

You pitch camp in the parking lot of the mine and pretend to go to sleep. Astral HOWEIRD Possum floats over his physical body, checking it for scuffs and scratches, when a figure approaches, wielding a gun. “Time to die,” … Continue reading Werewolves 98: Return to Zone Z – Day 6

Jail. The big house. The hoosegow. El slammeroonie. All these names and more are graffitied  on the cinderblock walls of the Cryoliteville Police Department’s drunk tank. The Alaska State Police shove you in there, along with a visibly intoxicated moose … Continue reading Werewolves 98: Return to Zone Z – Day 5

For those of you just joining us, you have discovered that the entire party fell through some kind of crystaline time warp (where fire is blood or something) and now you’re stuck in 2015. Some of you are taking it … Continue reading Werewolves 98: Return to Zone Z – Day 4

The IdaDyne Mining & Minerals Cryoliteville Cryolite Mine, as it’s officially known by the rusting sign on the fence, has decayed significantly since you saw it last. The complex of rock crushers and storage bins is heavily overgrown, and some … Continue reading Werewolves 98: Return to Zone Z – Day 3

As you approach the Kmart, the sun sets. Abruptly. It goes from midafternoon to midnight in about 20 seconds. “Huh,” says Dr. Olivia Octavius. “Huh,” says Lazer Floyd, Hyperphysicist. They look at each other and shrug. It turns out that … Continue reading Werewolves 98: Return to Zone Z – Day 2

Fully provisioned, Clive shoos you out the door of the Northern Reach offices. There’s a plane in the parking lot. “The airport is overrun with bears,” he explains apologetically. “This is almost as good.” The pilot is standing next to … Continue reading Werewolves 98: Return to Zone Z – Day 1

You are in a large room. The far wall is made of floor-to-ceiling glass panels, and outside the sky is blood red. Silhouetted against the dusk is a man behind a desk. You can’t see him clearly. “Welcome back,” he … Continue reading Werewolves 98: Return to Zone Z – Signups