Funeral Rites They Feed on Fear By Elijah Beahm • October 29th, 2024 “The inspiration behind playing as monsters is very personal. As a youth with an obvious disability, I found that I did not fit in, and I felt akin to the monsters in pop culture and media.”
Eyeing Elsewhere Feeding The Chimera By Phillip Russell • June 11th, 2021 I’m stuck on this feeling I have while playing Biomutant where I want to like it. I want it to succeed, and I want it to figure out its own voice.
Greed and the Need to Feed – The Story of the Colorado Cannibal, Alfred Packer By Jen Sisco and Robin Mazzolla • August 27th, 2019 Perhaps the only thing more powerful than greed is hunger…
Hobgoblin By Stu Horvath and John McGuire • March 3rd, 2025 What’s the point of painting all these miniatures if they’re never going to see the battlefield?
Skin Like A Waxen Peel: Revisiting Everything Everything’s “Photoshop Handsome” in the age of AI Image Slop By Jonathan Fenn • February 27th, 2025 A core idea of “Photoshop Handsome” is that impossibly-perfected images can have a significant impact on social psyche.
A Fantastic Bestiary By Stu Horvath and John McGuire • February 24th, 2025 Oh, the Libyan Gorgon. [Tries to look like he knows what he’s talking about]
When the Sky Comes Looking for You By Stu Horvath and John McGuire • February 17th, 2025 Who needs the sky, anyway?
Always Autumn Estelle and Blue sit and watch the young go by; or, The Final Communion By Autumn Wright • February 14th, 2025 There is a dam that will bury a religion. But now a girl is riding a bicycle over its crest, and she will write a poem about how the wind felt against her cheeks.
Casting Deep Meteo Confronting Angelic Horrors with Community and Eldritch Automata By Levi Rubeck • February 13th, 2025 Death is constantly on call, and the best pilots know when to step away in order to manage their relationships, which are just as vital as any payload.
Totally Generic Nightbitch By Natasha Ochshorn • February 12th, 2025 The whole fantasy element could be excised neatly from the film without it feeling much different, which is a worrisomely blasé way to come out of a film where someone turns into a dog at night.
