The oblivious foreigner was not happy with this vacation. He would not be leaving a good review on Yelp, that’s for sure. Already, he was composing it in his head: “Nobody here speaks English. Too many wolves. I went here … Continue reading Werewolf 102 – Day 5

After narrowly escaping the mob’s wrath, H. R. Giger did not sleep well. When the wolves came for him, he was ready. As he watched his viscera spill onto the floor, he sketched out some ideas he had for a … Continue reading Werewolf 102 – Day 4

When the townsfolk awoke on the third day, something was different. Something about the world seemed… wider? It was hard for them to put their finger on it, but they felt like they could see a lot more than before, … Continue reading Werewolf 102 – Day 3

The masked possum went to bed that night, restless and afraid. To calm himself, he sang. He sang for hours, at the top of his lungs. It was in fact the singing—or rather the abrupt cessation of loud singing—that alerted … Continue reading Werewolf 102 – Day 2

If I could have your attention please, meine Damen und Herren. Thank you all for meeting on such short notice. Please, have a seat. There is some space here on the left. We were all understandably concerned at the sudden … Continue reading Werewolf 102 – Day 1