keyboard_arrow_left The Werewolf Experience

Fall: 1851: Fool’s Errand, California

At dusk, you wake from your drunken stupor. Why did you drink yourself into oblivion? What have you done? What are you hiding from yourself? You are flat on your back in a dirty alleyway, in a dirty, too-dumb-to-know-its-dying, gold rush town.

The clouds part, revealing the full moon, and you can’t help yourself, you let out a HOWL, and your horrifying transformation begins. Running through the forest, you hunt the glorious white stag, for it is said that killing and eating the stag will rid you of your curse. As you hunt, you HOWL into the night. But your blood-curdling cries have not gone unnoticed. You are a werewolf …and the townspeople are coming for you.