Holy Crap!

When I went all William Castle back in September, I only hoped that our asses could cash the check my mouth was writing. Now that the last echos of action from "Eldritch Errors: Scream in the Mountains" are dying down, the cast and participants starting to pass for normal humans, and the soothing strains of the next interlude are rising ... we imagine we'll all have alot of questions for one another. We're feeling pretty puffed about what we experienced together, offline and on.

As a reminder to new participants, just because an interlude has started doesn't mean the action has stopped entirely ("less narratively intense breathers in between books" was the way we described it last time.) Meanwhile, though, we're blowing the dust off of Schmeldritch tents and making plans for how to describe the wonderful, twisty, intense story you told with us. In the immortal words of the West Virginia investigators: "Puppetmasters are sleeping. Meta only. Bring pie!"