Before I get on with the review proper, I need to clear the air of a few things. First, Jeff and Anthony were kind enough to contact me and forward a prototype for this review. Second, the guy on the cover does look like a blonde Conan O’Brien. Third, I feel I need to let... Continue Reading →
For some reason I had a phase where I was fascinated with the Jack the Ripper murders, at one point I even picked up a thick paperback encyclopedia with everything related to the murders (at the time it was published sometime back in the 90’s). Eventually I lost interest in reading about the various theories... Continue Reading →
Usually I'm the last guy you want painting tips from. My skills, or lack thereof, will NOT help you to receive a Slayer Sword. If that is your aim, well...I wish you luck and suggest you chat with Natalya Melnik. What I am is a chap that enjoyes painting different models. This time around I... Continue Reading →
I’ve struggled with how to write a review for Mechanique: A Tale of the Circus Tresaulti by Genevieve Valentine. And that’s primarily because I struggled with reading this novel. Now that it’s over, I’m conflicted on where I stand. I scanned through comments on a few sites where the book has... Continue Reading →
What better way to ring in the holidays with the Nordic tradition of Krampus! No, no, it's not a medical condition. Krampus is one bad ass holiday elf. And by elf of course, I mean slightly demonic childish nightmare. Thanks to the amazing artistry of Steven Austin and the RPG stylings of Nevermet Press we have ourselves... Continue Reading →
It is a truth universally acknowledged that people who turn their nose up at steampunk are – wait a minute. I can’t do that. I am one of those. I was one of those. Let me explain.
Are you near Boston this weekend? We need your support. But we promise it's the best kind of support: the kind that hooks you up with great music, steampunk costumery, naughty circus performers, and entertainment from the edge, all at a show called StrowlerCon. And there's one other thing to consider…
Ahead of you stands one of the great gates, inset into the massive walls surrounding the city. Deathwatch soldiers look down at you, their massive galvanic weapons ready to spit electrified death at the slightest touch. The only sounds you hear are the screech of the gates opening and the hissing rasp of your breath passing through the gas mask. Thousands throng the streets ahead of you, reduced to mere blurs in the dense smog. "Animates!" someone yells from the parapets, and immediately the watch acts, the gates halting their movement, then closing rapidly, no one caring which side of the gate you are one when it shuts. You rush in, and then look back, catching a glimpse of a few hundred shriveled corpses rushing the walls, toothless jaws agape in maddening moans. They must have sensed you as you traveled the wastes. Now the only scent in the air is ozone as the Death Watch obliterates the zombies with their electric arms. The year is 2105, and London stands nearly alone, an island of 'civilization' amongst the wasteland of zombies and worse. Welcome to the Metropolis.