Mushrooms by Robert Crumb

After barely surviving their chaotic vacation the Crazy Mushrooms stumbled into a scene of black eyeliner, platform boots and suspiciously moody lighting. The air smelled faintly of incense and existential dread, and nobody had smiled in days. A bat offered them unsolicited fashion advice, and every mirror seemed to sigh dramatically. Would they embrace their inner darkness… or be too bright to blend in with the "gothic" crowd? Finished game: