Players

Run at private venue, Wellington, NZ

by Nik Crombie

The Women's Institute of Hallows Hill is, in many ways, typical of its kind; it runs bake sales for good causes, organises volunteer groups, helps the local school with its Christmas pageant and is an essential part of the local community. This particular local community, however, is made up (almost entirely) of second tier supervillans and their families; the sort that, while they do well, can't quite scrape together enough for that volcano base. But Hallows Hill is a lovely area, with a good school for the kids and excellent local greengrocers. It's a little village that understands completely when you accidentally open a portal to hell in your back garden, or the deathbots go on a rampage down the local high street. The WI has encouraged and enabled a strong sense of community spirit among the villainous denizens.

But the Women's Institute is currently being torn apart by controversy. For the first time in its history, men are pressing to join. The community is divided. Angry letters have been written to the local newspaper. Sharp words have been exchanged in the fishmonger's. Letterboxes have been knocked over. Skeleton armies are being readied. Death Rays are being powered up.

To prevent Hallows Hill from becoming a smoking crater in the ground, the MP for Hallows Hill has arranged a meeting to work out a solution...with as few casualties as possible.

It's Midsommer Murders meets Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog meets Desperate Housewives.