Crookie
night of the living punk
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prom?
Welcome to the sweet, sweltering summer, finally. This is your last year of soul-crushing high school, and prom is fast approaching. Everyone is hyping it up -- this night is going to be the best night of your life, full of rockin' music, spiked punch, and dazzling disco balls. You would be excited, if it wasn't for one crucial thing:
You haven't got a date yet.
And there's absolutely no way you're going alone like some loser. You're mildly attractive, smart-ish, and tolerable personality-wise. And single as hell.
So, who are you going to go after? The vixen vampire chick you know from biology class but who is definitely out of your league, that werewolf jock who probably loves chasing footballs more than he will ever love you, or that ghost girl you remember from the school's stupid musical performance of Ghostbusters - at least, you think you remember seeing her there.
Anyways, you've got one week to snag someone up to spend this magical night with, because you sure as hell aren't going alone. Your school is bustling with other single-and-ready-to-mingle monsters that are probably just as desperate as you. So out and get 'em, Casanova!
THE SCHOOL
Clearwater High has a student body of about 2000, all smack-dab in the middle of white picket fence, sunny California. Complete with a chess club, popular dramatical arts department, and a county-wide winning football team, there's a little something for everymonster. Of course, no high school can be without the predetermined, stereotypical cliques: jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, goths, and popular girls galore. Even some poor bloke has the job of being the school's mascot, a dopey large-headed shark squeezed into a jersey named Calypso. The principal is grumpy, the teachers are boring, and the bathrooms are a warzone - the usual. But Clearwater has been known for their crazy, over-the-top, awesome prom parties. At least they've got something going for them.
You haven't got a date yet.
And there's absolutely no way you're going alone like some loser. You're mildly attractive, smart-ish, and tolerable personality-wise. And single as hell.
So, who are you going to go after? The vixen vampire chick you know from biology class but who is definitely out of your league, that werewolf jock who probably loves chasing footballs more than he will ever love you, or that ghost girl you remember from the school's stupid musical performance of Ghostbusters - at least, you think you remember seeing her there.
Anyways, you've got one week to snag someone up to spend this magical night with, because you sure as hell aren't going alone. Your school is bustling with other single-and-ready-to-mingle monsters that are probably just as desperate as you. So out and get 'em, Casanova!
THE SCHOOL
Clearwater High has a student body of about 2000, all smack-dab in the middle of white picket fence, sunny California. Complete with a chess club, popular dramatical arts department, and a county-wide winning football team, there's a little something for everymonster. Of course, no high school can be without the predetermined, stereotypical cliques: jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, goths, and popular girls galore. Even some poor bloke has the job of being the school's mascot, a dopey large-headed shark squeezed into a jersey named Calypso. The principal is grumpy, the teachers are boring, and the bathrooms are a warzone - the usual. But Clearwater has been known for their crazy, over-the-top, awesome prom parties. At least they've got something going for them.