As the Reign of Terror draws to a close, survivors meet to celebrate and remember those lost. Such parties are not merely events, but opportunities. Everyone talks about such parties, and no two are ever the same. Your reasons for coming are your own, but after all you've been through, you can certainly survive one more night of looking over your shoulder and keeping your head? Your host requests guests dress in the Marseilles style.
Biologists, zoologists, behaviorists, a few desperate graduate students seeking to appease committees, and one very dedicated business analyst have come and gone from the lonely station at the center of some strange migratory patterns, seeking explanations. Now it’s your turn! Do you have the mind to uncover scientific secrets? Can you keep from going mad hulled up against the hellish Arctic wastelands? Or will you succumb to Cabin Fever?
In France, people whisper, the illicit parties known as Victim's Balls are all the rage. But to hold one in the highlands of Scotland is rare indeed, not to be missed. Certainly, our host must have some agenda? Where has he been, and what of the terrible rumors that surround him? Certainly, there will be opportunities and dangers. Guests are requested to maintain the Marseilles style for ball wear.
Biologists, zoologists, behaviorists, a few desperate graduate students seeking to appease committees, and one very dedicated business analyst have come and gone from the lonely station at the center of some strange migratory patterns, seeking explanations. Now it’s your turn! Do you have the mind to uncover scientific secrets? Can you keep from going mad hulled up against the hellish Arctic wastelands? Or will you succumb to Cabin Fever?
Come on you Children gather 'roun, and join us for a good old-fashioned Southern revival...with an Elder Entertainment twist, of course! Its 1950s era Cthulhu Live in the sultry South, where prejudice runs hotter than the summer heat, and perversions are covered up by the family name. Get ready for barbeque, big hair, and betrachian horrors beneath the tent!
Biologists, zoologists, behaviorists, a few desperate graduate students seeking to appease committees, and one very dedicated business analyst have come and gone from the lonely station at the center of some strange migratory patterns, seeking explanations. Now it’s your turn! Do you have the mind to uncover scientific secrets? Can you keep from going mad hulled up against the hellish Arctic wastelands? Or will you succumb to Cabin Fever?
If any town knows how to throw a party in 1927, its Hollywood. Everybody's going to be there. A who's who of artists, writers, producers, actors and probably gangsters and wannabes who'll never make it. Its the party everybody will talk about it in the gossip columns tomorrow. The Hostess? Real mysterious, so they say. Big time producer, so they say. Beautiful and dangerous. She's got a secret or two, but who doesn't? Hooray for Hollywood.
Scotland avoided the turmoil of the French Revolution, but a taste can be had this evening. You have been invited to the first Victim's Ball held outside France, where such parties catered to those who suffered through the Reign of Terror. How has the Host chosen his guests? Who would host such a party? And what other mysteries might be revealed? Those with courage and curiosity are invited to the evening's Victim's Ball.
Well, I's up this morning, Blues walking like a man. Now it's Friday night, and the juke joint is rockin'. Dress sharp, step out, and bring your blade. Dance 'til dawn and anything goes. There's more than good times and smoking blues going down tonight. Everybody has secrets. Everybody wants something they might kill or die for. If you were smart you'd never have come. But now you're here, and nobody leaves without the Walking Blues.
Come on you Children gather 'roun, and join us for a good old-fashioned Southern revival...with an Elder Entertainment twist, of course! Its 1950s era Cthulhu Live in the sultry South, where prejudice runs hotter than the summer heat, and perversions are covered up by the family name. Get ready for barbeque, big hair, and batrachian horrors beneath the tent!