Baleful chants rise stentorian from the most tenebrous chambers of a shadowed and decrepit underworld. Skeletal minions clash desperately amidst showers of sparks – spat in arcing divinity from queer arcane gateways. Demonic pacts are forged at terrible cost with ravenous pantheons. And straddling the furnace to harness it all – necromantic sages pit their […]Read More Nexus Infernum Ascends in Blasphemy
Are you tired of sprawling games crowding your shelf and your psyche? Are you even more weary of games that squander the opportunity to add awesome superfluous umlauts to their title suffixes? Then mister, have I got a game for you. It slices, it dices, it fits right in your pocket. It has more borderline […]Read More It’s a Knife! It’s a Tank! It has Umlauts! It’s KnifeTank: The Shüffling
What a beautiful way to die – as a falling star. Of all the potential settings for horror, surely the darkest expanses of deep space are the most suffocating in their capacity for cold sweat dread. The theme that resonates most chillingly with our primal sense of terror when confronted by the unknown. The place […]Read More Escape the Dark Sector – Half Cocked but Fully Loaded
Weekends at my grandparent’s house were always coloured by the contents of their bookshelf. Amongst the dauntingly fat spines of Leon Uris and Robert Ludlum, the alluring cover art and typography of CS Lewis and the blood and horns pulp of Henry Treece sat the worn hardback spine of a 1960’s omnibus of fairy tales […]Read More Into the Trees- The Weirding Woods of the Storymaster’s Tales
Amongst the dizzying array of streaming media platforms we have access to during these sedentary last days of Rome, there remains one constant amongst all outlets. No, not the bland interfaces and stunted algorithms, I’m talking about Hitler documentaries. You can barely swing a cat without stumbling upon yet another lukewarm take on this prick, […]Read More Lords of Trash Smash the Fash – On the Importance of Punching Fascists
From the pits of the punk rock explosion to the mean streets of the Würstreich, Goblinko mastermind Sean Äaberg has been there, feathered quill in studded-wristband hand. Instantly recognisable, his heavy linework style leaps out at the viewer in brimstone jets of ultraviolet excess, a heady, addictive mix of xeroxed DIY bones wrapped in blue […]Read More Scion of the Würstreich – An Interview with Sean Äaberg
The boardgaming bug is a curious beast. It had flitted about my head all my life as I maintained a healthy appreciation for the hobby, never really crowding my vision with its gossamer wings as I dabbled here and there, maintaining a respectful distance. Board-curious if you will. These manageable bouts of entomology came to […]Read More Rum, Sodomy and the Thrash – an afternoon with Sea Evil.
It comes in a big black box. It’s arrival unsettlingly reminiscent of, and of no less import than that of the obelisk that heralds the outset of Kubrik’s 2001. It costs four hundred US dollars and weighs ten kilograms. But you will normalise this. You’ll normalise a lot of things in the Kingdom Death Cult. […]Read More Kingdom Death Cult