The classic party game here that turns fellow Avocados on each other in an exercise in paranoia and fun
“Quash the poltroons! Flimmer the goobknots! Hashtag the mainsails! And in the name of all that’s holy, twerk the slubberdegullions!” The pirate possum’s loud but admittedly squeaky nonsense rang out all over the ship, where his crewmates had learned largely … Continue reading WW159: The Werewolves of Monkey Island – Day Five
That night, asleep in the inn, Captain Horatio McCallister dreamt of the revenue and publicity he’d soon be able to enjoy as a result of finding Monkey Island(TM). Why, the cocktail specials alone would bring in hundreds to the Frying … Continue reading WW159: The Werewolves of Monkey Island – Day Four
The line outside Stan’s Previously Owned Vessels stretched from one end of the pier to the other. With the death of LeChuck, a newfound optimism had grabbed hold of Melee Island(TM) and suddenly everyone was looking for a cheap ship … Continue reading WW159: The Werewolves of Monkey Island – Day Three
The Voodoo Lady stared into her cauldron, waiting for the eyes of newt to form a pattern. Just as they began to congeal into a face that she recognized, the candles in the International House o’ Mojo flickered; someone had … Continue reading WW159: The Werewolves of Monkey Island – Day Two
You walk into the Scumm™ Bar, the local hangout for pirates on Melee Island™. Seated before you are three old pirates, who smell like… well, we’ll be honest, they smell like pirates who’ve been spending the majority of time in … Continue reading WW159: The Werewolves of Monkey Island – Day One
Ahoy, mateys! So, you want to be a pirate, do ye? Well, that’s easier said than done round these parts. Melee Island™ has fallen on hard times, what with the economy and all. Of course, maybe we’d have more of … Continue reading The Werewolves of Monkey Island – Sign Ups
While the other guests were just trying to survive the murderous masquerade until morning, the great mouse detective Basil of Baker Street set out on the task of sniffing out the pernicious perpetrators. His initial disguise was clearly foolproof, but … Continue reading Werewolf Incognito (#158) – Day Five
“Founded in 1958 as a single pancake house in Ohio,” said Perkins, “Perkins has transformed into the nation’s leading family restaurant. And when we say that, we aren’t joking. With nearly 300 company-owned and franchised locations in 32 states and … Continue reading Werewolf Incognito (#158) – Day Four
The state-of-the-art crash test werewolf had a rich inner life. They were thinking their deep thoughts when the goat butler approached them. “Pardon me,” the butler said. “Would you please step this way?” “Absolutely not!” said the dummy. “You’re going … Continue reading Werewolf Incognito (#158) – Day Three
The goat butler approached four of the masked guests and handed each a note. “Your presence is requested in the conservatory. Ensure your exit from the ballroom is discreet.” One by one, the four guests slipped away without being seen. … Continue reading Werewolf Incognito (#158) – Day Two
On a crisp autumn evening, your limousine drops you off in front of a stately mansion. You tell your driver not to expect you back until morning. They nod, knowingly. You step up to the front door, but before you … Continue reading Werewolf Incognito (#158) – Day One
The Avocado Werewolf community, despite the murderous concept, is a friendly and welcoming one. Some folks pass through for a game or two, others sign up for everything. We’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. Or have we? This … Continue reading Werewolf Incognito (#158) – Sign-Ups
Sadie Saint Denis breathed a sigh of relief and crossed herself when the crowd passed her over in favor of the Chicken Little Balloon. “Maybe there’s something to this Catholic stuff after all!” she mused. “Ooh, and now the parade … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 6
Rustin Cohle turned to his intern and intoned, “Time is a flat circle, your majesty.” “All due respect, sir, but you always say that. What does it mean?” “Well, it means –“ Whatever enlightenment Detective Cohle was about to share … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 5
Mesdames, messieurs, et amis non binaires, can we have your attention? First things first, it is our pleasure to announce the winner of the Parade Krewe Contest, the lucky krewe that will get to ferry the Rougarou Queen themselves in … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 4
My goodness, it’s difficult to tell what’s more popular around here — dead chickens or dead Festival Goers! Josephus Brown / Chicken Boo is dead. They were a Festival Goer (Vanilla Town). Being a chicken, they also weren’t all that … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 3
Few sights are as beautiful as a lightning bug flickering its ephemeral glow against the velvet dusk, announcing to the world, “I exist, and I –“ Oh. Never mind. Dicentra / a firefly is dead. They were a Festival Goer … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 2
Deep within the swamp, the few remaining Rougarous pricked up their ears. Was that zydeco music they heard? Oooh! And did they smell jambalaya and boudin and sundry foods on a stick? Drawn by the irresistible sounds and scents, the … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 1
Years ago, the town of Avocat, Louisiana, abandoned the old ways and lost the protection of their ancient guardian wolves. Now, having forgotten again, in the way of man, the town has become host to Rougarou Fest, a rollicking good … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Signups
After deposing his mortal enemy the Mattress King, King Soapy found himself adrift, without a mission, and, quite frankly, bored. Luckily, the farmers market was full of, well, marks, and the king was having a blast. Stapling his last sign … Continue reading Werewolf 156: Farmers Market – Day 6
Cake Boss *cake boss* was distracted. His agent had just told him about an avant garde competition in Cedar Rapids to make a cake entirely out of gabagool. It was his lifelong dream! When his stall went up in flames, … Continue reading Werewolf 156: Farmers Market – Day 5
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