Inevitably, someone will say something about that mysterious place called Revelwood that will make you slant your head in a puppy like fashion and breathlessly whisper "What the Hell is he/she talking about?" Actually this happens quite a lot. Usually when the speaker has just had one of AK's Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters. Or maybe they've been on the receiving end of the Druid's take-out pauses. Rolled, not stirred.

Sometimes though, it is because the speaker makes a reference to some aspect of Revelwood that is unfamiliar. Hopefully, this feature will help with that. As in all things Revelwood, the only order is randomness.

Stupid Chess: A regular pass time in Revelwood, Stupid Chess is played in the same manner as regular chess. However, the object of the game is to lose as many pieces as possible in as short a period of time as possible, or to force the other player to put you into checkmate. The first person to lose, wins.

The Shooting Gallery: This is the area in The Forests of Revelwood that is primarily used to kill empty 32 oz., or 64 oz. plastic soda bottles. Sometimes a Styrofoam wig holder, or the random cardboard box will be summarily executed by a firing squad. The Shooting Gallery is located off of the Perimeter Trail.

The Stream of Common Sense: This is a body of water that must be crossed in order to get from The Causeway to The Gnome Forest. A pause is suggested after crossing The Stream to help put things into perspective.

The Fifth Food Group: Guinness

Revelwater: Fresh water from the well outside of The Barn. Must be placed in either a pardoned soda bottle or a broken Styrofoam cup.

G.A.S.: This is the acronym for General Administrative Services. Whenever some task is required that involves a management arrangement of some sort, a business deal, or the ability to interact with suits and ties, G.A.S. is called in. There is always a fee, and G.A.S. isn't cheap. But it will get you back in the race. Remember to get G.A.S..

Bard: Someone who can't get a band together.

Pulling A McRob (as in Andrew McRob): The act of mesmerizing an authority figure through some completely harmless but bizarre behavior, until everyone else can conceal the incriminating evidence. Pulling A McRob works really well on New Jersey State Police.

Face Mining: Digging for Irish Quartz on The Burren (West coast of Ireland) with your head stuck up to your chin into the face of a granite cliff. Works great. It will have an effect on your mental state after a while. We have proof.

Old Mrs. Crowley: Irish Pub owner lady (Kenmare) who tried to drown some musicians with Guinness. She dammed near pulled it off too.

"Blah Blah Blah Yadda Yadda Yadda Slantie" Standard Revelwood toast.

"It's All Q's Fault, Blame the IB, Kick Stonewall" When a course of action can't be decided upon to resolve a problem, this traditional recourse is always available.