Narratives
Narratives
Demon Girl: Arizona isn’t Hell, but it’s almost as hot
Shoutout to the three Customs and Border Protection agents whose souls we ate. Sometimes you just need a little junk food.
Demon Girl
The Demon Girl Who Lives in the Tunnels: Thanksgiving in Hell is Hell
How is a demon supposed to enjoy the holidays when meat is not present? Nothing personal, Beelzebub, but we know you’re the one who went vegan.
Demon Girl
The Demon Girl Who Lives in the Tunnels: Satanic snowday!
Raised in the warm bowels of Hell, the coldest I ever got was when they blasted the AC in Hellementary School. But that doesn't mean I wasted my snow day!
CT Spooky
Wil reviews Halloween temporary tattoos and finds the void
Halloween has been over for a week, yet the tats remain steadfast on my arm, like the holiday's last great attempt to rage against the dying of the light.
interviews
Inspiring: My roommate has kept a sailboat parked in our driveway for over a year
I was able to secure an exclusive interview with this nautical visionary to figure out just how he pulled off such a feat in on-land docking.
frat party
CT Spooky: The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad frat party line
As the students slowly converged around the dark porch, a voice of authority made his will known. “Get the fuck off the porch or nobody is getting in!”
American Society of Speedwalking
Shocking: UR student confirmed to have first name
I was sitting at the Pit, dreaming about a world where the salad bar offers more than two fruits at any given time. Then one revelation tore me apart.
bathrooms
Rise of the Bathroom Bastard
For weeks my floor lived in fear of the Bathroom Bastard. I would have preferred to be kept off their victim list. But I didn’t get the luxury of choosing.
Genesee
Genesee Hall residents targeted by jealous classmates, pelted with veggies
Victims were pelted with various rotten fruits and vegetables from a passing vehicle, and also reported hearing someone shout, ‘Sue B. in the house!’"
choose your own adventure
Choose Your Own Adventure: D-Day!
Your buddy Xander slides you a scrap of tin foil. Inside is either a tiny blotter of LSD or the corner of a Forever stamp of Mr. Incredible. What do you do?
