AVL Scarefest

We're down to five weeks!

Which, for us Minions, means dice sorting (mostly the Yeti on that one, actually, as there are 900 dice to be counted, so you can imagine how happy that makes him), t-shirt printing, and spiderweb stringing. At least we've figured out how to manage the baby dire goats: they're amazing at keeping the paperwork monsters at bay. Anyway, there were a few things that we thought, at this juncture, you might want to know.

Quick notes for this week:

  • Day passes are now available on the site! If you or someone you love/love to hate wants to come to Scarefest but can't stay for the whole weekend, your solution has arrived!
  • Lodging: As of the moment we posted this newsletter, there remains only one room at the Winsborough. It is a single bed with a private bath, and if you want it, you'd best go get it. If you get there too late and still want to stay on the grounds, please contact us and let us know. We have the possibility of renting out a bit more space, and need to know whether it's desired...
  • Meal tickets: if you want one, you have until Monday at midnight (9/18) to get your order in (we have to turn in final totals to the Overlord on Tuesday). If you haven't gotten yours yet, it can be picked up right here.
  • T-Shirts: if you want one, you have until October 3 to get your order in (that's when we officially stop letting the number crunching faeries play in the finger paint). If you want one but haven't ordered one yet, you can take care of that here.

Minion Corner...the clowns are coming.

Welcome to our ongoing section, Minion Corner, where we Minions get to tell you a little about our lives and what goes on outside the spotlight (Minion #22 has been taking a psychology course and says it will be "cathartic").
If you are interested in more insight into the life of a Minion, you may enjoy A Minion's Tale, the second part of which can be found here.

So far, the clowns have stayed away from the compound.
When we asked Hilda about them, she simply laughed and said something about needing to associate with "those who get the great, dark chasm which is that pain which is existence", whatever that means.

Meanwhile, though they seem intimidated by our abode (or possibly the Overlord, who has taken to pacing the parapets at night), they do not seem to be even the least bit intimidated by the swampodiles. In fact, looking out the western windows last night, we think they may be arranging a rodeo.

Clearly, something has to be done.