The classic party game here that turns fellow Avocados on each other in an exercise in paranoia and fun
Taylor was alone in her loft apartment above Mello’s Tavern. So alone. Always so alone. She was strumming her arch top Loar and thinking about the events of a few hours ago. She began to hum to herself, and the … Continue reading Werewolves 81: Pet Sematary — Chapter 5
A bitter cold wind was ripping straight down the spine of Lupineville. Anyone with a lick of sense in their head would be indoors huddled around a fireplace sipping hot apple cider with a healthy dollop of Bulleit Rye. But … Continue reading Werewolves 81: Pet Sematary — Chapter Four
Red Miller was fucking sick. The past week he’d been battling a serious case of the flu and just now was beginning to feel like he was winning. Maybe it was the rest and herbal tea. Maybe it was the … Continue reading Werewolves 81: Pet Sematary — Chapter 3
At Election Central, Tom Johnson was just finishing sweeping up all the streamers and confetti. A big day called for a big celebration, which called for a big clean up, which called for big Tom Johnson. Tom sighed and smiled … Continue reading Werewolves 81: Pet Sematary — Chapter Two
“G-g-g-g-goddammit it’s cold!” Tom Johnson stood in two feet of fresh snow that was leaking over the tops of the Wonder Bread bags he’d stuffed his feet into before putting on his boots. Looking over the ruined remains of last … Continue reading Werewolves 81: Pet Sematary — Chapter One
New Year’s Eve 11:50 pm The residents of Lupineville had gathered together in their downtown square to ring in the New Year. And to hold a candlelight vigil. It was bitterly cold as they huddled around the snow-capped stack of … Continue reading Werewolves 81: Pet Sematary – Prologue
♪ ♫ Should the last terrorist be found out And hoisted on his own petard? Or should the last terrorist get away And win this auld Die Hard? ♪ ♫ “I have done good these last few days. I helped … Continue reading Werewolves 80 — Die Hard with a Werewolf — Day Six — “If this is their idea of Christmas, I *gotta* be here for New Year’s.”
♪ ♫ Well the killers inside are dying And Sergeant Al will keep on spying And since there’s just one to go Let’s do blow, let’s do blow, let’s do blow… ♪ ♫ “Mr. Cowboy has been a thorn in … Continue reading Werewolves 80 — Die Hard with a Werewolf — Day Five — “This time John Wayne does not walk off into the sunset with Grace Kelly.”
Dashing through the vents, On a ruined holiday No one’s getting presents, Just more killing today… With his lackeys discovered and dispatched, Hans had to resort to unconventional means to finish his plan. At that moment, there was a knock … Continue reading Werewolves 80 — Die Hard with a Werewolf — Day Four — “Hans… bubby! I’m your white knight!”
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the tower Not a gunshot was heard, though the terrorists glowered; More powders were snorted, and more cocktails spilled, In hopes that no one else would end up killed… NO ONE DIED. … Continue reading Werewolves 80 — Die Hard with a Werewolf — Day Three — “Oops. No more bullets. What do you think, I’m f—ing stupid, Hans?”
♪ ♫ Hans is smirking as he opens fire, John McClane killing all his foes; But the hostages don’t care, they just keep getting higher– Drunken messes dressed up in 80s clothes ♫ ♪ Tom McShane was not a very good … Continue reading Werewolves 80 — Die Hard with a Werewolf — Day Two — “You asked for a Christmas miracle: I give you the F.B.I.”
♪ ♫ On top of Nakatomi Plaza, this Die Hard gave to me: ♫ ♪ ♫ ♫ Four scum to kill, ♪ ♫ ♪ ♪ Three town roles, ♪ ♫ ♪ ♪ Two FBI guys, ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ And … Continue reading Werewolves 80 — Die Hard with a Werewolf — Day One — “Welcome to the party, pal!”
“Come out to the coast, we’ll get together, have a few laughs…” On Christmas Eve, 1988, the Nakatomi Corporation is celebrating the holiday by throwing an extravagant office party for all employees in its brand new Los Angeles skyscraper. But … Continue reading Werewolves 80 — Die Hard with a Werewolf — Sign-ups
Ray had been in the game too long to not be suspicious of a mysterious package he found in his work locker. Sure, it had a neat bow on it. It wasn’t ticking, and a few good shakes didn’t yield … Continue reading Werewolf 79: The War on Xmas – Day 6
The woman had been waiting for her order for what felt like days. She had asked to speak to the manager, she had paced back and forth like a caged zoo animal, and she had even left some withering reviews … Continue reading Werewolf 79: The War on Xmas – Day 5
When P.I. Emerson came to, he found his arms and legs tied to four different sleds. He thought he recognized the pair of figures standing over him, but as he tried to call out to them, the words were garbled … Continue reading Werewolf 79: The War on Xmas – Day 4
Ebony Scrooge had finished her shift at Starbucks and was about to drive to charity event. She hated these things, but since becoming a barista, she was a bit less picky about the gigs she took. If singing at this … Continue reading Werewolf 79: The War on Xmas – Day 3
In the back of an empty Sears, an impossibly pretty man is tied to a chair with decorative garland. A trio of figures stand around him, beating him with a stocking filled with change from the tip jar. “This could … Continue reading Werewolf 79: The War on Xmas – Day 2
Seasons’ greetings, fellow bean brewers! It seems that our sit-in protest at the public nativity scene didn’t go as planned. Turns out it was just a shanty town, and a few of our members froze to death. Chaining them to … Continue reading Werewolf 79: The War on Xmas – Day 1
“So we got a grande vanilla latte and a tall skinny latte with a shot of espresso. Will that be all? Okay, that’ll be $9.48. Thank you. Happy holidays!” …Are they gone? Close the door, Gwennifer. Okay heathens, we’ve been … Continue reading Werewolf 79: The War on Xmas Signups
There’s a lot more space in the headquarters of the Syndicate investigation room. With only 6 agents still on the case, the remaining agents were spread out. Distrustful of one another. Watching warily. All except Queequeg. Queequeg didn’t come into … Continue reading The W-Files Day Six
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