The classic party game here that turns fellow Avocados on each other in an exercise in paranoia and fun
Number One was standing guard on the SHIELD base at night, enjoying the freedom of no parent enforcing a bed time, when he heard a visitor rolling by. “You? Why, I knew you seemed like an untrustworthy grown up!” “I … Continue reading WW 137: Agents of W.E.R.E.W.O.L.F. – Day 3
S.H.I.E.LD. had made progress in their fight against Hydra when they took care of Double Agent Kickle, but they got a reminder the morning that Hydra was not laying down in the form of the diseased body of Agent Mary … Continue reading WW 137: Agents of W.E.R.E.W.O.L.F. Day 2
A message is broadcasted across all SHIELD communication lines. Decoded, it reads Out of the shadows, into the light. Cut of a head, two more will take its place. Hail Hydra. The Triskelion has collapsed. Nick Fury is gone. Captain … Continue reading WW 137: Agents of W.E.R.E.W.O.L.F – Day 1
Agent McPlotTwist entered for his interview. “What Does W.E.R.E.W.O.L.F. stand for, Agent McPlotTwist?” “World Espionage, Rules Enforcement, Watchful Observation, and Logistics Force.” “And what does that mean to you?” “It means someone really wanted our initials to spell out WEREWOLF. … Continue reading WW 137 Sign-Ups: Agents of W.E.R.E.W.O.L.F
Once again, Jean-Baptiste faced a sleepless night. The salt of old Wally left him craving something sweet. Surely the Reverend was a sweet fellow, always going on about kindness and the blood of Christ and whatnot. Yes, that would hit … Continue reading WW136 – Oregon Trail – Day 6
It was another stressful day, and Jean-Baptiste Trudeau could barely sleep a wink. A good midnight snack would calm him down, for sure. That comedian had tasted funny, though. Maybe try something well seasoned… Later that night, Wally Burns, undercover … Continue reading WW136 – Oregon Trail – Day 5
It was somewhere around Soda Springs that Jean-Baptiste Trudeau awoke in the night, a chill running down his spine. “The weather is starting to turn,” he said to himself, “Soon, we will be out of food. After we finish this … Continue reading WW136 – Oregon Trail – Day 4
With the space possum buried in a trash bag under a pile of rocks, the team returned to camp. It had been a long, long day, but with an actual, factual angel of death now himself dead, they were feeling … Continue reading WW136 – The Oregon Trail – Day 3
After saying their goodbyes to the model, they all decided it was time to set up camp. Per the wagon master’s instructions, they circled the wagons and built a fire. Soon, a hearty stew was brewing. Then, in time, everyone … Continue reading WW136 – Oregon Trail – Day 2
Welcome to Independence, Missouri, a town best known for people leaving it. From this spot, many legendary trails have launched: The California Trail, the Santa Fe Trail… Hell, even the Mormons were driven out of this very town by an … Continue reading WW136 – Oregon Trail – Day 1
This is a game intended for beginners. The rules will be relatively simple and as straightforward as I can make them. If I have failed to cover something here, please feel free to ask. Veteran players are welcome to join, … Continue reading Werewolf 136 – The Oregon Trail – Beginners’ Game
The girls were shaken pretty bad from all the carnage of the day. They decided to head to bed. All except Rose, who was determined to find out the identity of at least one of those pesky yutzes. She put … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – Golden Girls Day 6
The girls were sitting around reminiscing and eating cheesecake at the kitchen table, as they often did. “Ma, remember that time that grandma came to live with us in Brooklyn?’ Dorothy asked. The girls shared a memory together, almost as … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – Golden Girls Day 5
The little Miami bungalow was quiet. The girls were all sleeping soundly. So soundly, they did not hear the yutz in their midst. Stan snuck in through the lanai, his bad toupee visibly disheveled. He had been kicked out by … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – Golden Girls Day 4
All the girls were out on the lanai, which is a porch but in Miami. They were having a lovely time, playing scrabble and caring for their gay minks, until Blanche stopped them. “Wait,” she said. “Someone’s missing. I can … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – Golden Girls Day 3
The cheesecake had been particularly delicious that evening. Blanche even had to go and fetch the extra can of whipped cream from under her bed. They were all in such a good mood, they even let Rose tell a St. … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – The Golden Girls Day 2
Dorothy sat alone in the well-apportioned 80’s kitchen, a whole cheesecake in front of her on the white kitchen table. She was dressed in a nightgown that also, strangely, was a baseball jersey? With shoulder pads? Very chic. With a … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – The Golden Girls Day 1
I think this says it all. Picture it, Miami, 1985. Four women in their golden years live as roommates in a beautifully-apportioned home in Southern Florida. Dorothy – the sarcastic substitute teacher, reeling from a messing divorce from her yutz … Continue reading Werewolves 135: The Golden Girls – Signup
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
