"I'm becoming extinct in my own lifetime. Homo Newshawkus. Natural habitat: a pool of sour mash bourbon." - Carl Kolchak, reporter.
Just in time for Halloween, we have the "Night Stalker" drinking game. Every time Kolchak bribes somebody, take a drink. Every time Kolchak steals back the money he just used for that same bribe, take a drink. Every time Vincenzo berates Kolchak, take a drink. Every time Kolchak takes a photo when he shouldn't, take a drink. Every time somebody talks smack about Kolchack's wardrobe, take a drink. Every time Kolchak's evidence is ignored by a misguided authority figure, take a drink. Every time Kolchak narrowly eludes getting pummeled or run down by a supernatural being, take a drink.
You'll be in a coma in five minutes flat.
(Thanks to Greg Viar.)
