The classic party game here that turns fellow Avocados on each other in an exercise in paranoia and fun
Plasa Hemenes strolled into town, her lined epidermis and her tired mind soothed with the pleasant sea wind. Was she, indeed, immortal? Turns out, no. The animal trap she stepped in snapped around her shin and held her still while … Continue reading Werelupine 66: Ella Minnow Pea, Diurn 4
It was a night spent wandering, as the Townspeople and the Loyalists attended to their duties. No-one was still. As the town went to sleep, the Loyalists wasted no time in stealing to their target’s house, ready to spring. They … Continue reading Werelupine 66: Ella Minnow Pea, Day Three
The Nollopians went home, tired with a day policing themselves (and each other). Hohopossum recharged his batteries, while Dewey dealt with the merciless teasing by his sister, who had received another last name when she married. The Terrible Trivium had … Continue reading Werewolves 66: Ella Minnow Pea, Day Two
Tuesday, Septa-Month 10, 2018 Dear Fellow Nollopians, It has been brought to our attention that the letter tiles on the cenotaph of Nevin Nollop in the town center have begun to fall and shatter on the ground. This can only … Continue reading Werewolf 66: Ella Minnow Pea, Day One
Gather round, fellow Nollopians! We, the Town Council, have called this community meeting in the town square to discuss the emergency measures enacted this afternoon. As you’re all aware, our fair island was the home of Nevin Nollop, the genius … Continue reading Werewolf 66 Signups: Ella Minnow Pea
Everyone sleeps soundly with the threat of communists gone. Everyone except for one person… The Friendly Average American Man sneaks through the prison, determined to find and catch the real criminal. Maybe then he can go home and have some … Continue reading Werewolves 65: McCarthyism – Day 4
This whole PTA thing may not be entirely legal, but damn if it isn’t working. That’s what all of you said before lights out last night. Bandit Keith slept soundly, dreaming of how amazing America is. He barely even stirred … Continue reading Werewolves 65: McCarthyism – Day 3
The night is cold, and the cots you have in your cells are not comfortable at all. A few of you have trouble sleeping. Medusa is one of those people. Medusa folds her arms sassily. Why would she ever be … Continue reading Werewolves 65: McCarthyism – Day 2
The lot of you have been shipped off to a prison specifically for suspected communists. Your cells have been decorated with little banners that have American flags on them. On the walls, there are posters with inspirational yet patriotic blurbs … Continue reading Werewolves 65: McCarthyism – Day 1
“Are you now, or have you ever been, a member of the Communist party?” The year is 19fifty-something. Communist spies have infested our good United States of America. They control our Congress, Hollywood, and other things, probably. We have proof! … Continue reading Werewolves 65: Communists? In My Country? It’s More Likely Than You Think.
The six remaining Searsonauts go back inside, shaken by the depths of their crime. “We can’t keep doing this,” says Mac. “There has to be a way out.” Howard stops, and turns on him. “Is there? We don’t even have … Continue reading Werewolves 64: Sears – Day 7
Mel, the Other Assistant Manager, was having a great time. It turns out retail is a fantastic place to constantly be low-key evil. But if she thought no one was watching, she was wrong. At the end of your shift, … Continue reading Werewolves 64: Sears – Day 6
Stephen Sebald and Bea Santello stand in the backyard of the shack, watching the setting sun play off the faded paint of the Sears truck. Around them, a circle of anoles has formed, waiting patiently. “Do you think it’ll hurt?” … Continue reading Werewolves 64: Sears – Day 5
You count your drawers at the end of the day, and again come up several hundred dollars short. “Guys,” says Rick, patiently, “Sears needs this money.” “Let’s just fire them all,” says Bridgette, frustrated. “We already did that once this month,” … Continue reading Werewolves 64: Sears – Day 4
Searching for the address in the newspaper, you drive through downtown Lunapool. It’s a weird town, home to a museum that used to be a library, a library that used to be a bank, a KFC, a Taco Bell, and … Continue reading Werewolves 64: Sears – Day 3
It turns out sleeping in a box truck at night in a Florida summer is terrible. You all toss and turn, hearing the anole lizards skitter across the thin metal of the outside. The air tastes like socks. Outside, you … Continue reading Werewolves 64: Sears – Day 2
June 19, 2018. Morale is low in the SARPA facility beneath Rochester as you proceed directly from the PowerPoint presentation about time travel to the time machine. Before that was a PowerPoint presentation about life in Florida in 2009. It … Continue reading Werewolves 64: Sears – Day 1
The year is 2018. The recovery following the Great Recession has been uneven, and retail outlets are under constant threat from online sales. They’re fighting back as best they can – coupons, sales, BOPIS – but one store has gone … Continue reading Werewolves 64 Signups: Sears
Lawrence Jacoby’s fascination with the Pacific islands was well known, so nobody was surprised when he left a note that said “gone to Hawai’i, back soon” on the door of his office. They were suspicious that he left two such notes. … Continue reading Wrapped in Plastic Day 6: The trail narrows, Diane.
Albert Rosenfeld had been hell-bent on solving the murder after his beloved boss Gordon Cole had been killed. So hell-bent that he began to forget his commitment to nonviolence when the opportunity for revenge arose. Not for long, of course. … Continue reading Wrapped in Plastic Day 5: I feel like I’m going to dream tonight. Big bad ones.
Though Agent Nadine Hurley’s suicide attempt had addled her and left her amnesiac, her once-again teenage mind remained quite sharp, and she was able to trace the killer to a house of ill repute just across the Canadian Border, One-Eyed … Continue reading Wrapped in Plastic Day 4: The secret of knowing who killed you.
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