A lightning storm is coming and the only shelf is a ruined and abandoned caravanserai.
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A dark and stormy night & you are only halfway across the Sea of Grass. You can either camp here in the open or you can take shelter in that ancient, partially ruined caravanserai. No, they’re not great courses of action, but do you have a choice?
It’s a charming B&B with one small problem. Guests Flee in the middle of the night. Time for the Ghost Wrasslers to step in!
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TV land is full of ghost hunting shows, but none are like Ghost Wrasslers. These brawny paranormal investigators’ job is to put the smackdown on ghosts. Not your great-granny still making her rocking chair rock ghosts, no. We’re talking ghosts with a mean streak a mile wide. Your job is to send those spooks back to the Great Beyond where they belong. Mallards is a charming B&B with one small problem. Every guest leaves in the middle of the night. Time for the Ghost Wrasslers to step in!
On the run in Berlin with everybody after you &, your I Psi team must find a way to get out alive. I Spy meets Men Who Stare at Goats.
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I psych Ike! You are one of Lady Liberty’s ‘spies with the psych stuff’! But this mission has gone south in a big way. All you had to do was pick up a briefcase and head home, so why is everybody, cowboys and commies, after you now? Can you fulfill your mission and get the secret documents home? I Spy meets Men Who Stare at Goats.
The Laser Ponies are lost in time! If they’re ever going to get back home to Glitter Valley, they’re going to have to travel across the centuries, facing cyber-ponies, barbarian ponies, and more!
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!
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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!
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.