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Saying goodbye to Skyrim, or how Witcher 3 ruined Bethesda games

I was chatting with some of my writing buddies a little wild back and the topic of Bethesda games, and how they are somewhat lacking in writing strength. It got me thinking about the nature of writing in games and how my...

Art is a Conversation with Ourselves

���Art is the window to man���s soul. Without it, he would never be able to see beyond his immediate world, nor could the world see the man within���.

My Problem with Slasher Movies

As I was writing up the commentary for Neon Red, talking to my co writer T.B Thelwell about The Thing in the Costume and chatting about our thoughts on slashers, I found myself thinking on my own thoughts on that genre. ...

Why I Love Unreliable Narrators

We all like to believe we are aware of who we are and what is real. We want to believe that we are good people and that our story is true. But what if you were just completely insane or immoral? What if you might be less...

The Audacity of Shad

So, I have recently finished Shad Brook���s book, Shadow of the Conqueror, and I have too many thoughts on it. I wanna see if I can explain my feelings to you succinctly while entertaining you as best I can.

Scary Santa

As it is Christmas, I figured I should talk about Santa. More importantly, about how we as cultural beings often love to turn a Patron saint to children into a killer. We love movies like Silent Night, Deadly Night, Don'...

Art is not just Escapism

Spend any time on the internet and you might often hear the claim, normally by people who have the emotional maturity of toddlers, that entertainment is escapism. The reason why we turn on the TV or the gaming console is...

Death of the Author: A Chat

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The Big Four Dystopias

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The Thin Line Between Horror and Stupidity

(Some disturbing visuals are in this blog post, reader discretion is advised) What if their oceanic creatures grew legs and started terrorizing the people of Japan? What if these horrifying creatures were driven by th...