February 9, 2023
Monster Prom 3: Monster Roadtrip
In this latest installment of the Monster Prom franchise, work together with your friends to not get stranded in the desert as you bumble through wacky hijinks and meet quirky creatures. Where earlier games had a competitive focus to romancing your favorite characters, this recent installment turns up the teamwork: Players must work together to survive crazy shenanigans and get through this trip in one piece! And if you wish the game would have a little more to it behind the jokes and gimmicks, just chat up a character at a rest stop where the dialogues feel like deep, soulful conversations past midnight with a close friend. If you want to spice things up, take turns reading dialogue in accents and funny voices! With in-person or online multiplayer anywhere from one to four players, this game has it all: adventure, friends old and new—wait, bears?—and maybe your one true (fictional) love! Available on Steam.
—Henri Lepak, Gaming Editor
The submission windows for the Spring 2023 editions of 
“You can fall in love: someone will catch you.” —The Love Hypothesis
“By the side of the everlasting why, there is a yes.” —A Room with a View
“We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else by the other.” —The Song of Achilles
Here’s an overview of the Green Bay GGJ events: 
In a room considerably bigger than the classrooms she works in today, Professor Stone Thornberry had her first teaching experience as a graduate 
Kevin James is an American actor, comedian, and screenwriter. He is best known for his roles as Doug Heffernan on The King of Queens, and as Paul Blart (pictured) in Paul Blart: Mall Cop and its sequel. 
Harbour Village Campground & Waterpark in Carlsville, Wisconsin, north of Sturgeon Bay, has been our family destination for camping for many years. On several occasions, I have enjoyed the treasures of Door County’s countryside and its small-town attractions; planting my roots at this campground always bestows onto to me a deep connection with nature, via the plentiful stars at night, the nature trails with their bountiful buffet of blooming greens, the aroma of a roaring campfire, and the crisp morning air. Because of COVID, my family and I have not been to Harbour Village in two years, but I can recollect the travel tale of when my cousins, aunts, and uncles accompanied my family and me, and we had loads of fun. I believe it was June or July of 2019, and the campground during that time was not too packed. In its description, there was a jumping pillow, a pavilion, a swimming pond, a pool, and a nature trail. My folks and I became snug in the camper that night as we anticipated tomorrow. The next day, we spent some time at the pond. I did not quite feel like going for a swim, so I just watched over my younger cousins as they played in the water. Later, we gathered near the fire pit and prepared lunch, a bounty of bratwursts, potato salad, and cake. My favorite part of all was when we went to The Farm, which was a place where you can pet and feed baby goats. The cute little things would just run to you and put their hooves on your legs, wagging their tails. One of my cousins, who was around 3 during that time, said, “What weird looking doggies.” We went uptown to Egg Harbor after that, touring the quaint shops and buying knickknacks and exploring parks in that area. The bay appeared beautiful when we spotted a park that complemented the water in the most perfect way. That night, when we were snug at our campsite once again, I told scary ghost stories near the campfire while the frogs chirped in the distance. Good night, Harbour Village. Until we meet again.
You regain consciousness and find yourself lying down on something soft and warm; the sun is in your eyes, and you are soaking wet. You come to find that that storm you were in wasn’t a dream. You look around yourself and realize that you are on an isolated island…or so you believe. Maybe there is civilization somewhere? Your attempt to stand fails as your right leg has gone limp, so you must army-crawl to the treeline. You see that there are no coconut trees like Chuck Noland encountered in Castaway, and there is no source of water as your lips begin to parch. To your left, you see a bowl. A real bowl! A sign of human life, perhaps? You reach for the bowl; it is cream corn, the only food you hate. So you throw the can away in disgust, not putting any thought on how it got there. “Hey,” you hear, “we’ve got another one.” You have been found by two men, who grab you by your weary shoulders and guide you to their “village.” You are perplexed by what you see: men and women living in huts but wearing modern clothing. “I know you must be confused. You have many questions,” the tribal leader explains to you. “Each and every one of us was confused when we washed up on this island. One after another, nobody can seem to explain this phenomenon. I was the first one. Then, the next week, a woman washed up on shore, then a man, then another woman, then a child. We have built our civilization here. Since then, nobody has ever found us.”