Wayne Holt

Wayne's first adventure into the world of ttRPG's was waaaaay back when such games were "First Edition". At that time, such games required improvisation of rules and systems nearly every session, leading to wonderful and fantastic situations building great memories. Here he is again with a great group of people, improvising their way through a new world. The story continues...

Sam

We're pretty sure Sam stammered through "Klaatu, Barada, *cough, cough*" as she removed the Necronomicon, and appeared to The Wretched via a dark portal. Though she won't specify what time period she's from, her deep knowledge of Molasses incidents points to the early 1900s. When she's not playing Eika or helping us make fun of Rick she finds solace in projecting herself into the astral plane where she guides a rogue band of fireflies (the bugs, not the Wheaton creation) towards earth where they have most recently been downplayed as UAPs. Fear not, the takeover will be exquisitely choreographed.
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Michael Frank

Michael is the Ward of the The Wretched, bound to the players fate as much as they are to the limited boundaries of his warped mind. He's helped produce and direct such cinematic feats as Facebiters and The White Room, and the award-winning podcast Under the Library*. In his spare time he whispers to chickens in the dark, helps co-pilot a cardboard plane with Rick and imagines new ways to make players scream. He one day dreams another horror movie as perfect as Dale and Tucker vs Evil will be made.

*None of these things were award winning, and unless you consider killing a zombie with a vibrator a feat, then there weren't any of those either.

Rick Duthersford

Rick owns a restaurant aptly named "Buttered Up" where he serves Soylent Green disguised as toothsome pea protein, iron-rich organic smoothies, and stick to your ribs belly, laughs. We hope you never eat there. If you find yourself reading a menu with bad puns about appendages we suggest you run. He’s The Wretched mind behind our geyser of guffaws, Taryn. When he's not whipping up diabolical delicacies, he runs a slapstick fantasy ttRPG with 'friends', performs in a regular long form improv troop, adds to a growing board game collection, tries not to drown kayaking up river, and hopes no one sees him miss another 3ft putt in disc golf.   

Emily M

Emily was cursed by an awfully Wretched entity to end up in the sordid confines of this group. She retaliates by brainwashing chihuahuas and sending out the wienie shaped assassins to wreak havoc in the world. In her spare time she dreams of characters who live in great worlds with glorious backstories and reminisces fondly on their great demise. She's also is the most glorious lore keeper of The Wretched where no detail escapes her omniscient pen and is often called upon to set the record straight.
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