All the Fun of the Fair

And once again, four more months without posts. That should really be avoided next time around.
But seeing as the hectic season of Carnaval and the subsequent dificulties with my mother's health have passed, time has come once more (as walruses tend to say)
to talk of many things.

Firstly, my Puppetland session at the Spring Weekend.
Although the system is meant for a much more grim experience, seeing as you play puppets under the junta of a megalomaniacal Punch, it still seemed to work.
As players for this game we had Pieter, the sad Panda, Willem, the circus Elephant with one ear missing, Cyrano, self-proclaimed hero and casanova (although a bit touchy about his nose), Aad Soldaat, a shadow puppet whose delusions were much greater than he was and Poppedijn, the small, agile, concocter of convoluted ideas.

The session kicked off with everyone waking up in their own beds, heading out towards the fountain in the middle of the town square. Here they had to face a 'monster' in the form of a shadow that one of trees cast upon the wall.
Although this was not to be the main antagonist for the session, it did get my players into their roles and soon everybody was playing as they should, verbatim and using thrown voices where necessary, with Aad bravely fighting the shadow with his own, Poppedijn offering advice and Pieter lamenting his lot in life.
Soon, however, the real trouble came, when Haunt (one of Punch's boys) came wailing over to the Nurse's house, with a squad of Nutcrackers in tow, as well as the ever chuckling Knuckles.
Apparently Nurse Wiesje was hiding some very incriminating evidence under her bed, which Cyrano soon found out. She hid a map with numbers behind dyscalculic Willem´s ear and substituted dyslexic Aad´s ´Aard het Paard´ with a story explaining a route.
After which, the stuffing hit the fan. Knuckles ordered the nutcrackers to get Wiesje and hold her as he ripped off her limbs.
Whilst Willem created a distraction with his large drums, Cyrano took off his mask and tried to rescue Wiesje, who told him with her last words that the papers would lead them to Judy.

Which was only half of their journey, but that is a story that should be told some other time.

Secondly, the annual whiskey tasting is to commence this Thursday, with a whopping eleven people wanting to attend. I do hope their palates are ready for some single malts from all over (due to a lack of single Irish malts, some different parts of the world had to provide the necessary spirits)

Also, this monday marks the grand finale of the first story arc for Last Truck Stop To Nowhere. Where will everyone stand once the rain has gone? What will be left?
I hope that everyone will be satisfied with the outcome.