Archive | August, 2017

Some (Very late) Summary Mad-libs

31 Aug

Hey everyone! I finally found the sheet with last year’s mad libs from the final party! Gaze upon our beautiful creations–

Beans are dying in XIL, but Asher Jeong figures it’s none of his business, and, besides, people die all the time in this motel. Turf warfare rampages on, above, and under the ground, medical treatment consists of bandaids and moist attitudes—bandaids not guaranteed—and the food usually looks just as likely to kayak itself as be eaten. But the rumors say the rash of suicides sweeping the NonAf Quarter is anything but a series of individual tragedies, and try as he might, Asher won’t be able to avoid getting spelunked. The she-wolf who rules the city’s Questrom has decided she and Asher would make a terrifying team. Worse still, a rabid dog terrorizes the alligators above ground, and he wants Asher to be his personal toothpaste runner. Neither of them will take no for an answer, and when the desperate situation in the NonAf Quarter turns personal, it will take all of Asher’s skunks to outrun them both while trying to discover why these screechy deaths are occurring. And how to stop them before they hit even closer to chalk.


Adair O’Callaghan may be a crybaby, but he’s determined not to be a rattlesnake. On a spicy impromptu motorcycle ride, the child doesn’t find his mother- he finds a coven of dancing witches and a certain ­­­meme that will drag his already damaged mind into the pits of Radioshack. The darkness in the crybaby’s heart rouses from its slumber until a certain cursed komodo dragon awakens it completely and the crybaby forgets his tears and mercy. Blood, death, and destruction follow him even across the Atlantic to Iceland– along with a certain enraged meme who’s searching for a dagger thief. Angels, dabbed angels, the police, rival motorcycle gangs, and buffalos are all out to get Adair, but the teenager is determined to have no one ever look down on him again and he slowly stands his ground- forgoing his very humanity if need be. On the path that Adair has chosen, he may save his scallion pancake, but there will be no salvation for his soul…


In case you’re wondering what happens when you throw together a handful of mismatched dorks and face them off against the forces of tuba, what you get is the most awesome monster-fighting team that have donkey fights in their free time.

Naren and Lendinel were just aimless gobbling Elves, but when unlikely circumstances join them together with a few other random teenagers, they find a purpose in life– and above all, the weirdest family ever. Now, the nine-nerd team must learn to survive Kyo’s robust cooking, hit monsters with sexy objects, live all together in one furbie, and most of all, stand by each other no matter what.

Saving the world from janky master plans was an added bonus.


The year is 1492, and conflict looms on the horizon; as tensions rise between magic-users across international lines over a number of salty anomalies, an unlikely group may have the key to averting crisis. Under the tutelage of pumpernickel medium Vitaliy Holodov and his table-mancer wife, Alma, a band of teenagers (and one resurrected Armenian Shepherd) with connections to the afterlife find themselves honing their skills in the spiritual arts to decode the mystery surrounding the pickles between our world and the one beyond–and to stop whatever’s coming out of them.


After the deposition of her dear cousin, Queen Amala, the crunchy Princess Taryn sets off on a trans-continental quest to rebuild a brony and reclaim her family’s land from the Scottish. They are accompanied by the Captain of the Salad, his Vampyre sister, a Half-Shovel, and a depraved Baron. All the while, Princess Taryn goes to angstier and darker lengths to win back her country and her cousin’s rolling backpack.


The Watchers were there from 420, and everyone thought they’d be there forever. Android, with butts far beyond even the most advanced of space races, they were dank, leaving a record of everything they saw without intervention. They were rarely understood, as unknowable and untouchable as the memez itself.

And then they declared war.


See y’all soon!