More cattle have turned up dead with inexplicable injuries, which always attracts the conspiracy theorists and other crazies. It's up to a deputy from the Alamosa County Sheriff's Department to figure out the truth while dealing with the Ufologists and a journalist who have their own theories and are only too keen to help.
Is this the work of earthbound predators, another hoax, or the prelude to an alien invasion of Earth?

The Women's Institute of Hallows Hill is, in many ways, typical of its kind; it runs bake sales for good causes, organises volunteer groups, helps the local school with its Christmas pageant and is an essential part of the local community. This particular local community, however, is made up (almost entirely) of second tier supervillans and their families; the sort that, while they do well, can't quite scrape together enough for that volcano base. But Hallows Hill is a lovely area, with a good school for the kids and excellent local greengrocers. It's a little village that understands completely when you accidentally open a portal to hell in your back garden, or the deathbots go on a rampage down the local high street. The WI has encouraged and enabled a strong sense of community spirit among the villainous denizens.

But the Women's Institute is currently being torn apart by controversy. For the first time in its history, men are pressing to join. The community is divided. Angry letters have been written to the local newspaper. Sharp words have been exchanged in the fishmonger's. Letterboxes have been knocked over. Skeleton armies are being readied. Death Rays are being powered up.

To prevent Hallows Hill from becoming a smoking crater in the ground, the MP for Hallows Hill has arranged a meeting to work out a solution...with as few casualties as possible.

It's Midsommer Murders meets Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog meets Desperate Housewives.

Costuming: Light to medium, depending on the character.

Formed in the late 1980s they are a secret organisation allowing stars to game amongst their own people. The Gm has been running a game for the last 2 years on the biweekly Tuesday game in Hollywood.

The sun has gone down on this fateful Thursday night , the GM is late and the party assembles in a underground gaming grotto for the last session of the campaig after a few missed games. The players are coming together for the final battle against the Evil Dragon king and his goblin horde.

Unfortunately the players have become a little.... disfunctional.
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A metacomedy about the weekly game of D&D run in Hollywood. Celebrity Impersonations are encouraged.

Welcome to 13th-century England! You are monks in the service of the LORD. Praise the LORD! The LORD is your friend! After toiling away for years as Red sanctity novices, you have finally achieved the Orange habits of monks. But all is not rosy! Heretics, schismatic sects and Satanists are everywhere!

Especially, it seems, France. That benighted land is a nest of heterodoxy, apostasy and impiety. Fortunately, the LORD has revealed to your archbishop the source of the taint, and has commanded that you be sent to burn it out with fire and the holy word. Praise the LORD!

Just three small details of which the LORD was presumably unaware. One, you’re a secret heretic. Two, you’re a secret schismatic. Three, you’re a secret Satanist. And since your fellow monks are all fired up against heretical schismatic Satanists, if any of them find out, it’s the pyre for you… unless you can put them to the torch first.

So remember: stay alert! Trust nobody! And keep your kindling handy!

For nearly a century the necromancers of the Ebon Tower have plotted the fall of Arlandia. For nearly a century they have schemed their evil schemes and planned their evil plans. For nearly a century, they have been ruled over by a succession of Archmages, each aided by the power of a mystical crown. The crown grants power, and bonds instantly with its wearer. Whenever an Archmage dies, whoever first bonds with the Archmage's crown becomes the new Archmage.

Now the Archmage is dead, and a new one must be chosen. Who shall be the next wearer of the Archmage's Crown?

A Pratchettesque comedy-fantasy by Donna Giltrap, first run at KapCon XI. People who have played "The Golden Pegasus" and "Graduation day" may find some setting elements familiar.

A Famous Five piss take in the style of the TV comedy, Five Go Mad in Dorset, by The Comic Strip team.
It is the summer holidays. You are all on tour with the Barmy Army, and having a spiffing time following the English cricket team around. What strange mystery or exciting adventure could possibly be uncovered. No doubt, some kind cricket fan's mum will provide you with loads of cream cakes, tons of ham sandwiches, bags of lettuce and a mountain of tomatoes - wizard!! So bring along your silly British accents, bicycles, camping equipment, cricket bats and simply lashings of ginger beer - well hoorah!!

In 1983 the Reagan administration approved a 2 billion dollar bill for the relocation and resettlement of 18,000 refugees from "non-reality-based" countries and regions to start new lives in the good ol' U.S. of A.

Today is a proud day for Gary the Beholder and his friends, the first native-born generation of “Monstrous Americans” as they embark on a road trip along the classic Route 66 to start their first year of college.

Mayor's Log. Star date Six Monkey Slap Slap.

A matter of national security has arisen in Freesboro. Strange lights, explosions and sounds have been seen on the horizon toward the ancient site known as Medcen Park. I fear for our future.

When fear, explosions and strangeness are rife I can think only of one solution - the Alpha Mutants. Paula be praised they can help us before it is too late.

Based on the Gamma World Game Day scenario "Trouble in Freesboro"

Daz is a small-time dope dealer who works to the simple mantra of "no cash, no hash" and doesn't sell the hard stuff. He wants nothing more from life than to sit on his couch eating pizza, playing on his xbox360 and getting high.

Unfortunately for him, the people who knock on his door seem to have other ideas.

Welsh Jeff is Daz's best mate, he can name every number one since 1960, but can't find Cardiff on a map of Wales.

Tracey is tall and beautiful, a pole dancer with big ideas.

Sausagemeat is a hitman, obsessed with gossip.

Sachiko is Daz's next door neighbour, she seems more than a little odd.

Chisels is the psychotic local gang boss and a difficult man to say no to, who always has some mad scheme or other on the go.

Life for Daz and his mates is about to become less than ideal.

*May include some larp-style elements if people are up for it.*

Winterdene is one of the jewels in the crown of British private education – a prestigious school in a magnificent setting, with a towering academic reputation, a formidable old girls’ network and a hockey team that strikes fear into the hearts of all who face it. That’s what it said in the prospectus, and that’s why your parents sent you there.

What the prospectus didn’t mention was Annabel Anderson, the cruel, conceited bully of the Fifth Form. All through your first year she made your life a misery. All through your first year you dreamed of getting back at her. And now, as you start your second year, you’re going to get your chance. Because this year you have a new best friend, and your new best friend will know how to deal with Annabel Anderson.

Oh… and did I mention your new best friend is a MONSTER?!