Civilization crumbled beneath a rain of nuclear fire, but folks still need their toilet paper, beer, and Molly Hatchet 8-tracks. It's time for you wasteland weirdos form yourself a CONVOY!
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The irradiated highways are dangerous for any lone trucker. Grab your shotgun, jump behind the wheel, and get ready for some post-apocalypse grindhouse fun and mayhem!
Civilization crumbled beneath a rain of nuclear fire, but folks still need their toilet paper, beer, and Molly Hatchet 8-tracks. It's time for you wasteland weirdos form yourself a CONVOY!
Description:
The irradiated highways are dangerous for any lone trucker. Grab your shotgun, jump behind the wheel, and get ready for some post-apocalypse grindhouse fun and mayhem!
1940, Channel Islands. Your coven of witches must face off with the German invasion.
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In 1620 King James gave the Channel Island of Baston to a coven of witches, on the understanding that they would use it as a base from which to maintain a magical shield, protecting Britain against invasion. That was then, this is now. 1940, and the Germans just landed.
You're a hobomancer, an all-American shaman of the rails. Something's draining all the blood out of the good folks of London, KY. Y'all had best put a stop to that!
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It's the height of the Great Depression, and those all-American shamans of the rails known as Hobomancers are the only things standing between the soul of the nation and unthinkable cosmic evil. In the small town of London, KY people are winding up dead with every drop of blood drained out of them. Could this have something to do with the town's charming new physician, Dr. Acula? It's up to your crew to find out!
Hot tub! Full of water! I say, Hot tub! Very, very hot in the hot tub! Hot tub! Travels through time? With a bunch of 80s celebrities? What?
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It's the 1980s, and you're famous enough to get invited to appear on James Brown's Celebrity Hot Tub Party, but not famous enough to turn down an appearance on James Brown's Celebrity Hot Tub Party. Everything goes as well as can be expected until a malfunction causes the hot tub to travel back in time. Now you're stuck in the past with the Godfather of Soul and his other celebrity guests. In a hot tub.
Lucha lifeguards versus the Terror of the Deep. And her girls.
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Welcome to Lucha Beach, a mile of sand, sun, and surf. Swimming between the yellow flags, surfing down the beach that aways. No dogs, no glass containers, no climbing on the rocks, no fooling. Break the rules and you'll have a close encounter with the beach's famous lucha-lifeguards. But our paladins of the beach have a bigger problem than drunk boogie-boarders. Much bigger. And prettier.
U.S. Special agents versus an evil genius in 1830s New Orleans.
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New Orleans, 1835. A madman has threatened to destroy N'orleans and the economy of the American West, forcing President Jackson to call in his team of agents extraordinary. Now it's up to your team to find the ne'er-do-well and put an end to his nefarious plot.
Vekros, a land of savage splendor, barbarian fury, and all that sword and sorcery stuff. And there you are, a band of heroes pitting yourselves against seemingly impossible odds for Wine! Women! Song! Honor! And Glory! (not necessarily in that order). What wickedness faces you today? I'm not sure, but it just might involve missing kwaffberries and the depraved and despicable Xpider King!